We love the zoo (and I ain’t lion)*

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We love Colchester zoo (and I ain't lion)*

I am totally nailing this mothering thing.


Well, around once a month on average; that’s not a bad success rate. 

And April’s success story? We had another really great day out yesterday at the zoo.

The particular highlight for me (apart from feeding the giraffes and some awesome birds, although apparently the toddler is very nonchalant about the whole thing) was being able to do soft play in the middle of the day. Because, you know, too many elephants and lions and other critically endangered wild animals are boring compared to pre-chewed plastic balls and we don’t do quite enough soft play.

Seriously, everywhere has soft play now. Get the hint, Wetherspoons.

Whilst at said soft play, I took the opportunity to change nappies.

Armed only with nappies and wipes, I left my bag to reserve my chair and made my way to the baby change area which appeared to be the most popular part of the zoo on this slightly wet Monday.

After queueing to go in for roughly forever, I changed the baby first and then set him free (it looked *fairly* clean, as toilets go, and he was just clinging to my leg…please don’t judge me) while I changed the toddler. Job done. Two clean bums.

Winning at parenting and life.

Except of course, the instant I went to unlock the door he went red faced and did a huge, noisy poo. It was a really smelly, nappy breaching kind of poo which required immediate attention. I had to emerge from the changing room (leaving my toddler in there to stop anyone stealing it) and stride, baby in arms, to retrieve another nappy and a change of vest from the bag, my back soaking up the glares of the other parents who had also been queueing since yesterday morning.

Apart from that, and the severe testing my poor bladder took on the way home because I lost track of time and decided to take the M25 at rush hour, it was brilliant; a really lovely day. I am so glad I have kids now, they’re a great excuse to do things I actually want to do. I have high hopes that, one day, they’ll enjoy the real live animals just as much as the fibreglass ones.

I wonder what May’s parenting success will be?

*Sorry about the title. It’s rather irrelephant.

 

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