Even though Christmas Eve 2016 was rainy and cold, we still took our annual trip to the zoo.
It's not so much seeing the zoo that we love--it's that no one is there and we basically have the run of the place.
With so many littles, the best way to see the animals is on the train. Usually we get a huge bag of kettle corn and share it, but Gran forgot this time.
Nobody really seemed to mind.
It was cold that day, and the orangutans were in the enclosure, with Baby swinging from the ceiling and causing trouble while Mama tried to clean her off and calm her down.
Micah is now one of the big kids, patiently indulging the younger ones. That's so weird to me.
Ben. Need I say more?