the deep blue

 i am not a souvenir buying kind of gal.

in fact,

i haven't ever purchased a souvenir at any place i take the kids regularly.

when we were in grad school we couldn't have any extras.

now that sean's a working man we've tried to keep our old budgeting habits.

but when i spotted the white plastic polar bears today,

i knew i wouldn't be able to contain myself.

a new exhibit,

first zoo outing with chase

{he was so impressed}

and a good night's sleep 

left me in an extra good mood.

the kind of mood that buys something small in the gift shop.

but by the time i realized they made loud squeaking sounds it was too late.

the kids were already sold.

and my credit card had already been swiped.

the good thing was that i knew where my children were the entire rest of the day.

the bad thing was that so did everyone else.

when we went into the giraffe house i turned to brooke and said loudly,

"what kind of mom buys her child such obnoxious toys?!"

very judgemental like.

yep,

me.

i'm the one, thank you very much:)

and then we discussed the best way to get those squeakers broken.

the fastest way possible.

any suggestions?

all applicants will be considered.

also, 

i need a fan with misters installed on my back patio 

for the rest of the summer.

or on my back.

whichever.