A few weeks ago on a Saturday, Brittain and I woke up extremely bored. Dan was at work and as we sat in the kitchen and ate breakfast, I could feel both of us looking around thinking, “this is going to be a boring day.” My friend Amanda recently came up and took her daughter, Kyla Rose to Noah’s Ark in Locust Grove. If you’re not familiar with this place, it’s a non-profit rehabilitation center for animals, and also a group home for children from birth to 18 years. Since we haven’t taken Brittain to the zoo yet, I felt like this was a great opportunity to get her feet wet. I called Mimi and Aunt Su Su to come along, so when they arrived we spent an hour and a half loading up the car and then headed over to Locust Grove.
I’m sure we were quite a sight as we got out of the car and unloaded everything we would be taking on the trail with us. Fortunately, Amanda gave me the advice to bring a stroller. The stroller ended up not only being Brittain’s “throne” as we walked along the paths, but it also carried her potty chair in the event she needed to take a potty break along the way. And, in case you’re wondering, we did indeed have to stop for a potty break. As if the potty in the stroller didn’t cause us to stand out in the crowd enough, we also took a moment in a semi-wooded area to let Brittain tee tee. Trying to make sure she had some privacy, here were 3 women hovered around a 2-year old on a small, white potty chair, cheering loudly when we heard the sound of the tinkling.
Overall, we had a great time, but you would have never known it based on what we looked like as we walked back to our cars. Drenched with sweat and not an ounce of saliva in our mouths, we could barely put one foot in front of the other by the time we reached the end of the trail. We decided that a cooler, more Fall-ish type of day would perhaps be a better choice in the future.
