The weekly Zoo Outings have returned!
Now that things are back on track, I've invented a new game!
It is called "What's stinky?"
It's not Zoe. She smells pretty good, actually.
Granted, I got annoyed when Dad put me in the 18th-century playpen and Zoe got to ride an ox.
But that was rectified.
Giddyup!
What's stinky at the zoo, it turns out, is stuff like giraffe poop and Flamingo Chow (TM).
(I call flamingos MINGOS.)
Ba ha ha ha ha!
Side note: I know my way around the zoo better than dad does.
I always like to stop at the fake termite mound.
But my favorite thing these days is Lorikeet Adventure.
Can you guess why?
Correct! There are lorikeets!
I like to feed them birdie nectar.
Drink up! This is not a game, lorikeet!
Zoe had a nice conversation with one today.
Then I tried to feed Zoe the birdie nectar, but she was not interested.
(Aunt Ellen sent me this cool hair clip!)
Probably the best part about Lorikeet Adventure is the hand-washing stations.
You're supposed to use them before you leave ...
... but I use them before and after each lorikeet!
Lorikeets are not the only birds at the zoo, you know. COME BACK HERE, PEACOCK!
Dad was monkeying around with the vintage glass again today.
He even brought an extension tube and used it on this tiny leaf.
Wide-open park bench!
You don't care about that stuff?
Me neither!
Nobody does!
Ahem.
"Attention zoo patrons: Dad keeps pointing the camera at the wrong things."
My pretending skills are off the charts.
It's true.
Just today, when Dad was alone with me, I pretended that I was walking on a balance beam for 15 minutes.
Steady!
Whoa! Watch out for the gators below!
This is serious. Gators do not mess around.
Dad says if I'm going to grow up in Boulder, I need to start hugging trees immediately. This anticlimactically concludes today's zoo post. More next weekend, I'm sure!
We went to the farmers' market in Boulder this morning. Apparently farmers grow pupusas y empanadas. That's what Mom and Dad got.
Wanna try?
Y tu?
Then we took a walk down the creek path to a playground.
Zoe tagged along.
She's not old enough for empanadas, but she was old enough to try a swing for the first time today.
I think she liked it.
No, seriously.
She didn't want to be too obvious about it, so she tried to strike a casual pose.
This is Zoe we're talking about, though.
I got tired of that kid stuff and decided to check out the creek.
Some people were fishing ...
... but they weren't going for Rileys today.
Phew!
For the second weekend in a row, we went to the farm instead of the zoo.
Dad calls it the Cow Zoo, but I don't think that's quite right.
For one thing, there are goats!
Zoe met Goatsworth VI yesterday.
Goatsworth VI is very friendly--especially if you have corn.
Speaking of corn, I spent half an hour inside the Tire of Corn again.
My first car--which Dad says I can get when I'm 34--will have four such tires.
I can't wait to be 34!
I think.
At one point, Mom plopped Zoe down into the Tire of Corn with me. The results were ...
... about what you might expect.
Zoe is very friendly--especially if you have corn.
She even let this horse try to kiss her.
Speaking of horses ...
I RODE PONIES!
I am a natural.
I wonder what I'd have to say to get Dad to get me a pony.
Your suggestions are welcome!
I took a break from my newfound equestrianism to build a functioning replica of the Empire State Building.
Farms are great because they have industrial irrigation systems.
This one was a turtle. It kept spraying me no matter what I did!
Time for drastic maneuvers.
GAH!
STILL SPRAYING ME!
I know when to quit. I'll be back, turtle!
This lady watched the whole episode and didn't even lift a wing to help.
I took a break to do some foundation work in the sandbox ...
... and wound up covered in sand.
Zoe saw the whole thing. (She also didn't lift a wing to help.)
(Zoe also saw a tornado forming in this exhibit at the National Center for Atmospheric Research. Dad didn't have a better way to insert this photo anywhere.)
Anyway, mom and Dad found another Industrial Turtle and tried use it to clean me off ...
... but eventually they had to bring in the heavy artillery.
Dad says this is actually way nicer than the locker room at the gym.
I'm pretty sure the locker room has a floor, Dad.
Hey look! Mostly clean!
EDITOR’S NOTE: DO NOT CONTINUE READING THIS INSTALLMENT OF FELDMANCUBS IF YOU HAVE “A THING” ABOUT WATCHING PEOPLE EAT WITH THEIR FEET. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Spaghetti Night was the perfect opportunity to work on my new skill: putting my food between my toes. Dad says I eat like a pig, but I've never seen a pig with this kind of fine-motor coordination.
I've also never seen a pig do this:
SLURP!
Are you following me, camera guy?
Ba ha ha ha ha!
Dad says this was nice and all, but he'll be really impressed when I do it at Gramercy Tavern.
In the meantime, I'm not allowed to eat anything but supermarket sushi while strapped into a cart. The kitchen has never been cleaner!
The parents have been working me pretty hard recently.
Today alone, we went to gymnastics, the farm, a Zoe photo shoot (images coming soon), and Pearl street.
Guess where this photo was taken.
There are no silos in gymnastics.
This one was at the farm too. They have a great collection of trucks to fill with their unique mixture of sand and chicken poop.
For some reason, Dad refused to drink this even though I made it just for him.
As is so often the case ...
... Dad's attention wandered.
Goats love corn!