My sister invited us over for dinner the day after the Zoo. It was really great to hang out at Kim's house and relax. It was also great to see the little cousins get some playtime together. We were to eat early but time got away from us and we ended up eating late and having to jet to meet Donna's dad over at the Thursday antique car show (but I was just two blocks away).
And I got to also play around with the time delay on the my camera while we ate our ice cream.
Donna's dad and brother Steven came along and we were to meet my sister and her family there but (of course) we left late and were almost an hour late arriving. And I missed the exit because I read the directions on their website if you were coming from Sherbrooke. But I don't think we lost any time since the correct exit had so much traffic with people getting off for the Zoo.
We did the same route as last year except we found a whole other leg of the outdoor animals that we didn't even know we missed from last year. Ethan didn't say very long in the stroller and quickly jumped on the wagon we had brought to carry our lunch.
We met up with my sister and her family for lunch after 4 or 5 long distance (probably roaming calls) on our cells then I realized that we both had FRS radios and could have just used those. D'Oh.
The bad thing about going to a Zoo during the heat of the summer is that a lot the animals are totally hiding out from the heat and you're lucky to see them at all. On the other hand I'd feel bad if they were trotted out just so we could get a look at them. The Zoo is great and all but I'm sure they would rather be out in the wild.
In the Africa exhibit that had all these vechiles for the kids to climb on. Ethan kept screaming every time we lifted him into the airplane. He obviously wanted to get in but we couldn't figure out why he freaked out. Finally we got the a clue and realized that he wanted to get in by himself. He really wants to be self sufficient at times.
I just couldn't help shake feeling that we could have also been at a Dharma installation somewhere on the island. But maybe that's just me.
As we were finishing the Africa exhibit my sister FRS'ed me to let me know that they would be taking off and that we'd get together the next day (more on that later).
Well the water park super packed this visit but still fun even tough there were hundreds of kids running around. And yes there is only one picture from the water park because I had my shirt off in public and didn't want there to be any evidence. We stayed there for a couple of hours (like till 6pm, what a long day) and then went back to Donna's parents for dinner.
So the friday we had a great night out (10:30 or so, hey we've got kids) at Anne and Chris' and had the chance to see some old high school friends (not that they are old, but the length of time since high school in relation to the time since we've last seen them…. if that makes sense.) Anyway we had a great time and the kids feel right to sleep on the car ride home and we totally dodged the get everyone to bed ritual. So no need to ritually slaughter a goat like the good folks over at Playstation.
Saturday was your usual tree stump removal kind of day. And thankfully no one hit the gas line that runs through the back yard.
Of course the little man perked up with the mention a visit to the grandparents (for an early mother's day) with the guarantee that we would be stopping by McDonalds for dinner.
Since Donna and I were almost killed by McDonalds last week, we visited the Brossard location on the corner of scenic Rome Boulevard and Taschereau or as I like to call it ye o'134. Not really, but if I dressed in medieval or if fancy took me, perchance a Victorian garb that's what I would call it. Forsooth!
Sunday we had one of Jim's bbq dinners (and greatly anticipated I might add, summer is here officially). I can always count on the in-laws for severing up a great serf and turf dinner. Of course I always get made fun of for not wanting to eat the lobster with the face attached. You wouldn't eat a hamburger with a cow head sticking out the side of the bun, would you? No, that's just stupid. But if it was red and wore it's skeleton on the outside then by all means stick that red skeleton covered hefer right in that bun between some pickles and onions.
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