Good clean monkey fun

We met our lifelong love Ella bright and early at this gigantic park this morning for some exercise and socialization. Isaac picked out his "monkey shirt" to wear to our playdate, so I thought I'd dress Jacob similarly. Little did I know how those shirts foretold the future.

Behold my circus of acrobat monkeys as they conquer the mystical monkey maze!



Always a hit was the slide made entirely of rolling plastic cylinders. Jacob would only go backwards, as is his usual sliding posture. Isaac on the other hand... well, let's just be thankful the kid starts drama class on Friday. He needs an outlet for his special gift.
























Too soon it was time for Ella and her entourage to head to preschool. The boys and I geared up, literally -- backpack full of rainboots, clean clothes, and all -- to head to the biggest part of the park, acres and acres of logged and cleared but undeveloped land that is basically nothing more than a big mud puddle. Yeehah! But no sooner had we watched Ella climb into her car when we heard thunder and its party-pooping friend, lightning. No muddy fun for us, boooooooo.

So we went back to our boring old house and entertained ourselves as best we could. We were treated to a serenade by our resident percussionist, Jacob, who knows his ABCs back and forth but can't help being distracted by his theatrical brother:



Meanwhile, said brother was creating a museum for dinosaurs. Right in our very living room! I took a video of him giving us a tour, replete with a safety song to start it off (the main gist is "don't stick your hand in the cage". Sound advice, that.):