A good Friday...

On Good Friday we took Alex and her cousin Maxwell to the Toledo Zoo. It was a beautiful day, not that Alex noticed. I'm not sure she noticed many of the animals either. The thing is, Alex has a thing for her cousin. Not that type of thing (I hope), but an unending fascination. She whispers his name when she talks about him just to keep from screaming. She knows that Thursday is the day that he comes over to play and therefore lives life in anticipation of Thursday. She looks at him like some of you once looked at Frank Sinatra, or Jordan Knight, or Justin Bieber. She can stare at him for an hour while he plays with his cars. She can, and she does. He calls her "Baby". And, at least once a day, she stares off in the distance and says, "Max calls me baby all the time."

Which is all just a way of explaining why, instead of an album full of pictures of exotic animals to show for our day in the sun, I have these...