Whale Poop and Martin Luther the King

Today, in celebration of Martin Luther King Day, we decided to go on a field trip. Since Gabe had no school and Hubby had the day off work, we got up early, packed a bulging diaper bag full of snacks and diapers and toys and headed into the a big city to go to The Georgia Aquarium.

Apparently our bright idea was shared by about every other parent in the tri state area. The Aquarium was...a Zoo (heh). Seriously though people, avoid the Georgia Aquarium during national holidays that let all the kids out of school. Ugh. This is no time to supplement your kid's education. Unless you plan to educate them on curse words and shrieking.


There were fish. A lot of 'em. And other critters, like scuba guys (and gals, let's not be sexist here).


And then we sunk Gabe and Quin in a capsule to the bottom of the deepest tank. Okay, not reea-lly.
And then Gabe petted a sting ray. And some shrimp. And a sea star (star fish thingy). And slid down a slide. And Quin climbed on garbage cans (because they wouldn't allow her on the slide because she was too young. WTF? Hello, it's a covered slide people!).

And then there was this really really huge tank (it can hold the volume of 25 olympic swimming pools) with more fish and whale sharks.

Even Ribh thought that was pretty astounding. She crawled around. And nursed. So that was cool.

And we pointed at stuff and said, "Hey, look at that big fish!" and "Kids, look at how the whale just pooped!" (I couldn't let a whole post slip by without mention of poop. 'Cause whales poop too. Really.)

And then we drove home and all the kids fell asleep in the car. We wanted to sleep too, but alas, MLK day isn't for sissies and the kids ALL woke up the second we entered the driveway and had no use for further sleeping.

And then the Aquarium called me to tell me I'd lost my wallet there. So, I'm going back tomorrow apparently. Wheee!