zoo

What can be more extravagant than touring the San Diego zoo from the posh comfort of a baby stroller? Honestly, the little one is much too young to remember any of this. At the glassed-in window facing the hippo pool, a crowd of toddlers eagerly followed every movement of the sluggish beast while L's eyes were glued on them. And we, of course, watched her.

The elephants ate hay; we ate burritos. The birds screeched; L squealed. A zookeeper nursed a gazelle from a bottle; I nursed L. A tiger paced; we walked in circles. When the wild cats retreated into the cool shade for a nap, we ducked back to our air conditioned car and went home. The zoo was amazing and beautiful and large and overwhelming, so we topped off our fourth of July with margaritas and called it a day.