Zooish folk dancing

This was my first week at home with O-man in HI, and I've been doing my best to stay busy so I can avoid thinking about all of our stuff floating across the ocean. (Aside- our delivery is scheduled for Monday at 9 AM - woohoo!).

Thursday morning we went to the Honolulu Zoo. Right after walking in, there's a sign that reads "Best zoo for 2300 miles" and has arrows pointing to all the better zoos, thousands of miles away. I'm no zoo connoisseur, but I was actually quite impressed! We loved the watching the kookaburra splashing in its bath, growling at the tiger, and found that the zoo has the best playground on the island. Good thing our $25 annual membership fee will get us into the zoo to use it whenever we want! ($25/year pays for 2 adults and 6 kids. SIX KIDS!)

Owen at the petting zoo

Did I mention we shared some shaved-ice (strawberry and coconut)?

Today we got a care package from a friend and Owen fell in love with the bubble wrap! He started singing his favorite Jewish folk song from music class (It's titled The Wedding Song) while popping away. Here's a little video so you can see the beauty of bubble-wrap folk dancing:

Comments

mama mia said…

May I please see this video re-shot in the new Kaala Way apartment, with the music class cd playing as you unpack your photos and other stuff from the bubblewrap? That is the song I now have stuck in my head, and need to hear it just one more time for real. I don't do it justice when I try to sing it to the houston folks.

August 20, 2007 at 7:18 PM

Karin said…

Look at your tan!! You guys look great! I love zoos...and I wish I knew what a kookaburra was. Love, love, love the youtube videos of Owen!

August 21, 2007 at 8:21 PM

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