Feldman Cubs

The Denver Zoo is doing their Zoolights thing today! They open up at night and put festive lights on everything!

What do you mean by "There's a special guest in attendance?"

Oh no. It's nice that Zoe got along with this guy ...

... but Zoe gets along with everybody.

GAH. This guy smells like Skoal and reindeers.

Dude. More reindeers, less Skoal.

These are the Zoolights.

Here I am at Auntie Elisha's house for Thanksgiving. Before we came here to eat cranberries, though, we went to the zoo.

Riley is now the perfect height to look at the geese in the pond.

Mom and Dad let me ride the polar bear on the carousel* today. That was great.

*Riley calls it the CAROUSELF.

I also got to ride on the choo-choo train.

Dad snapped off about three thousand frames because I was actually looking at the camera. (He used an autofocus lens today. LAZY.)

I made sure he got this face ...

Wait--I can do cuter!

See?

This guy got all up in our face during lunch.

Dad says he hasn't seen such aggressive rodents since he was mugged at rabies-point by two rats on the G train.

Riley thought this puddle was more interesting than the animals today.

She also really enjoyed her makeshift walkway.

That kid is growing up right before my eyes.

Boo!

I was a tree frog for Halloween.

I was also a blue-footed booby, like Riley was for her first Halloween.

Riley decided to be an elephant.

She mostly kept her trunk back so she could do artwork and stuff.

This was the Halloween party at 'nastics.

Dad's going to take both of us to 'nastics this Saturday without Mom.

He says he's REALLY looking forward to that.

This is Riley's friend Rosie. She was dressed up as a sandwich-eater.

This is some kid who adopted Riley at the park.

We had to go to the zoo for method acting ...

... and also for candy.

No candy for me! All I ever get is powder-based fluid and jarred slime! Yay! That is what tree frogs love!

The neighbor kids were playing baseball in the street, so I decided to join them. I always wear my helmet and bring a dog to look after me when I engage in street sports.

Zoe thought it was a little strange.

I never wear a helmet when feeding lorikeets ...

... or when testing my standing broad jump. SALMON BY 2012 OR BUST!

Because I didn't wear my helmet when jumping--or maybe because I still can't jump as far as a salmon--dad put me to work expanding highway 52 to three lanes.

I like it so much, I don't think of it as forced labor.

Time for the Zoe Violet Feldman pop quiz.

What do goats eat on the farm?

Time for the Zoe Violet Feldman hint.

That's right!

Corn!

Yes, you've seen this one before. Dad says it's too cute to show only once.