Yep, you guessed it – another one of those ridiculous firsts that I am insisting on capturing and memorializing! This past Saturday was gorgeous and sunny – the perfect day for a family outing to the zoo. I take Cullen to the zoo quite often during the week, but it’s always more fun to go as a family when dad can join us. And even better to go on a gorgeous spring-like day!
We spent the morning growling at bears, oo-oo-aa-aa-ing at monkies, and taking turns carrying Cullen around in our tired arms. When I go with Cullen on my own, we usually only make it around to a quarter or so of all the exhibits. He likes to walk most of the time, which limits the ground we can cover.
We rarely make it far enough to get to the carousel, and usually if we do it’s closed since weekday hours are limited. But on Saturday, we had a much bigger block of time, two sets of arms for carrying, a sunny day to soak it all up, and a carousel just waiting for a tiny passenger!
We put Cullen on his horse and he seemed pretty excited. He looked all around, checked out the other horses, and smiled and pointed at everything. And then the carousel started moving…
His calm demeanor instantly turned into a worried look and an absolute death grip on the pole. He had both hands planted firmly on the pole, and pulled his whole body against it for safety (keep in mind, dad was holding onto him the whole time). But he never cried or seemed to want to get off – he just looked nervous. As the ride continued, he started to relax a bit and loosen his white-knuckle grip. By the end, he was smiling and enjoying himself, and I was kicking myself for not having more than a cell phone camera. Such is life.
Can’t wait to take him for another ride soon!