Today Kate, Isaac and I made our first trip to the San Antonio Zoo with some folks from a church we are visiting. It was a balmy 74 degrees out and it could have been pretty laid back except for all the stress I went through trying to make sure Kate didn't wander off. We used to go to the zoo in Albuquerque all the time, and maybe that has given Kate a false sense of confidence about her ability to navigate other zoos. Whatever the reason, it seemed like every 30 seconds I would look up from a conversation and realize that Kate had once again charged off on her own. And there is nothing that makes you look more like a good mother to people you've just met than sprinting away to retrieve your child from the gorilla exhibit.

In between chasing her down and telling her for the 30th time that I didn't know where the giraffes were, I managed to take a picture of her. You'd never know she was up to so much mischief from this sweet picture, would you?

When I took that photo I thought we were just in some kind of really large fish-related exhibit. So I felt pretty dumb when I realized that what we were actually there to look at was hippos. This isn't a great photo, but see if you can find the two GIANT hippos I was missing.