Well, despite yesterday's spiel about avoiding travelogues, I've decided to go ahead and post pictures from our 3 1/2 weeks in Omaha after all. Not 'cuz I hafta, but just 'cuz I wanna. Jason's gone backpacking with the Scouts, and there's no better way to pass a lonely evening than strolling down memory lane.
And so, I bring you Omaha 2011. Since spare moments are still at a premium, I'll let the pictures do most of the talking.
The Dinosaur Museum in Fruita was both terrifying and macabre. This T-Rex sported darting eyes that tracked you before it roared fiercely and snapped.
The girls were terrified to even get near.
I can't really blame them for feeling frightened. One of the other dinosaurs spat water while the animated Utahraptor had a brontosaurus head dangling from its mouth. Is this really how we plan to educate the rising generation?
After the terrors of Jurassic Park, we were delighted to arrive safely in Omaha. We made it just in time to meet up with my cousin Monica and her three cute kids during their cross-country move to Colorado. Our little ones definitely look like family!
Speaking of catching up, I was fortunate to meet up with my great friend Heather from high school. We don't see much of each other since she lives in Georgia, but we both happened to be passing through Omaha at the same time.
We made some zucchini bread in Heather's honor.
Oops! I guess it wasn't done. :) Somehow the culinary disaster was perfect for the occasion, bringing up so many memories of similar high school fiascos.
Coming back to Nebraska provided plenty of opportunities to relax at home. Snuggling Zoe was at the top of the agenda, of course.
That is, when her Mommy would give her up.
played beauty parlor...
and ate lots of yummy food. (Of course, Eli lined up whatever he didn't want before furtively feeding it to the pug.)
When the weather got too hot, we pulled out the double Slip-n-Slide...
and relaxed in the pool.
Every law professor deserves the chance to unwind, right Papa K?
And now, onto our excursions.
The Winter Quarters Temple:
A heavy storm had just blown through so we spent some time gathering leaves to help clean up. At least most of us did. Aunt Callie gathered children instead.
Dressing up like pioneers inside the Trail Center.
Pushing a handcart is harder than it looks!
Choo choo! Here's Talia riding a train at the Henry Doorly Zoo.
The baby goats are always a favorite.
This year we fed budgies for the first time.
(I won't tell you how Eli started sucking on the stick once the birds had finished.)
No trip to the zoo would be complete without lunch at King Kong.
We viewed these next animals from the safety of our own car while visiting Omaha's very own wildlife safari. We saw hundreds of elk roaming the grasses.
This elk doe was just as curious as we were. It seemed like she wanted to crawl in the car right with us!
Of course, I wouldn't allow that since Eli was already sharing the front seat.
The pelicans gave us pause when they blocked the roadway for several minutes.
The bison were the grand finale.
I thought the previous buffalo was large until I spotted this Big Daddy that made all the other bison seem small.
All in all, this North American wildlife safari was a fantastic discovery.
Continually on the search for something bigger and better, we eventually traveled back in time to the Ice Age to hang out with the saber-toothed tigers, and mastodons at Fontanelle Forest.
Aunt Callie seized the opportunity to teach her nieces how to correctly hold xylophone mallets.
Glad to finally reconnect, she also caught as many Eli snuggles as possible.
Lest you fear that our children were bored, let me show you how they passed one evening at the O! Festival.
Yes, those would be our two little ladies flying high. Here's Talia getting a good bounce.
And Brooklyn, sailing high in the sweltering heat.
When I started this post two hours ago, adding pictures was enjoyable. Now it's late, I'm tired, and it's just not fun anymore. So despite the fact that we had much more Omaha fun (and I have the pictures to prove it), I am going to put away the computer and find my pillow.
So to anybody still sitting in front of their computer screen, may I wish you a Dinosaur Good Night.