MegaPost on February

When you live in North Carolina, you can celebrate the first day of February by running around outside and visiting a bunch of animals. Ally, Cora, and I packed up our lunch and headed down to Asheboro. I love being only 45 minutes away from the zoo again, and I love the fact that we only had to wear our sweaters for part of the day.

Cora rode like a princess in the stroller.

Ally tried to blend in with all the zebras.

We ate lunch in a safari tent overlooking the elephants.

We did our best to avoid the giant bee at the honey exhibit.

We made faces at the gorillas.

We pretended to be dinosaurs hatching out of our eggs.

We made some more pressed pennies.

We had a fashion shoot in front of an elk.

 

We walked the entire length of the zoo (downhill both ways thanks to the zebra-striped ZooTram!) and saw almost everything in North America and Africa. I was sad that the polar bears are vacationing elsewhere while their enclosure is being renovated a la "Extreme Makeover: Zoo Addition", but I guess it'll be worth the wait since they promise to return with lots of friends in a year or two.

We finished our day at the garden playground, where the girls crawled and climbed like little spiders.

As if visiting in the zoo wasn't a summery-enough activity, we also decided to take a trip down to Myrtle Beach. One of the perks of moving back to NC is that warm, sandy beaches are again within driving distance. This was our first family vacation since our cross-country adventure back in November.  We originally were planning on celebrating our house being under contract, but ended up celebrating the contract's demise instead. (Anyone reading this want to buy a home in Tri-Cities, WA?) So, we couldn't go haywire with the spending, but we still managed to have some fun.

Since it is off-season, we stayed at an oceanfront hotel along the boardwalk on the main drag of Myrtle Beach. The hotel, The Diplomat, was older but clean and met our needs-- especially since it wasn't technically open for the season but they let us stay anyway. There was questionable shouting in the parking lot the first night that ended with a car peeling out, and an ambulance arrived with a stretcher another night, but I'm assuming all was kosher there. You can't beat paying a night $40 for the waves and sand right outside your window in a virtually-empty hotel on a gorgeous weekend.

We played in the sand, collected seashells, took a walk down to the pier, watched the seagulls, and encountered a jellyfish. Ally even chased some waves, although the rest of us preferred to stay dry.

We strolled along the boardwalk one afternoon to get some NY style pizza for lunch and to see the SkyWheel up close (We promise to return someday with the money to ride you).

We played in the arcade and wandered around in the Mirror Maze. Public Service Announcement: You really should follow that rule about NO RUNNING. While playing hide-and-seek, Ally thought she saw Daddy and Cora at the end of a hallway. In an effort to hide from me, she ran toward him and right into a mirror. I was standing around the corner and heard a bang; then I found a reflection of her sprawled out on the floor stunned and crying. Hilarious! (of course, only because she was not seriously hurt). We had her up and laughing again in no time.

Our one splurge for this vacation was eating at the Sea Captain's House Restaurant our first night. The food tasted great and was quite filling and the girls behaved themselves, which always makes for a pleasurable dining experience.

Our last day we went to church and then visited Broadway at the Beach. Ally got some more pressed pennies for her collection, and we all got to see people zip-lining past the up-side-down building.

A fun time was had by all. We know we'll be back this summer, if not before, 'cause it'll be time for another family portrait to grace the top of this awe-inspiring blog.

Jess came out to visit for Valentine's Day, which was a perfect treat since we LOVE when she spends time with us. Jess and I took the girls shopping at the mall and playing at the Children's Museum. Valentine's evening we made Chris a lovely dinner from a recipe she'd found. (If it includes shrimp and cream, it's mighty tasty.)

A few days later, Chris and I went on our official Valentine's date to a restaurant in Winston-Salem called Sweet Potatoes. It was well worth the four-day wait. You know the food is going to be delicious when the house salad comes with mixed greens, home-made-chunky-blue-cheese-and-dill dressing, and croutons made from sweet potato bread. And the sweet potatoes? Divine. I had Chris order a side to go, shared a scoop with our babysitter-friend, and then spent the next 3 days making myself ration the remaining spoonfuls so they'd last longer.

Ally and Cora went to a Valentine's party that week as well. Ally was excited to get cards; Cora was excited at the prospect of receiving candy. They prepared by getting dressed in their best pink outfits, decorating their "mailboxes", and assembling their valentines.

With great care, Ally picked out a Tinkerbell card for each friend, attached the sticker sheet, and labeled their names. One particular boy at church seems to have caught her eye. She said, "Since ----- and I like each other so much, I picked out an extra-special valentine for him." Then she had me draw a heart, under which she wrote "L-O-V-E".

I also attended my first (and probably last) book club. I hadn't read the book, but Chris finished it a few days prior and filled me in on the highlights. I have nothing against book clubs. I enjoyed myself and the people that were there. I just don't read things anymore that aren't on par with the Berenstain Bears or Fancy Nancy. (What do you expect? I have two children and a short attention span.) Ironically, I ended up reading the entire book, BossyPants, the following week while I was sick and couldn't sleep at night.

Although I have no pictures to prove it, we also ate an authentic Hungarian goulash one night cooked by our friend Zoltan. Unrelated to that, Ally and Cora had to Spanish Splash lessons where they learned body parts and songs in spanish. And that, my friends, was our February. (Or at least what I can remember of it.)