I'm not sure Lydia would call it one of her absolute favorite traditions, though. Last year, she was about 6 months old when we went, and she loved it. She pointed, stared, and smiled at everything.
This year, the only time she seemed excited was when we watched the pacing black bear. When the bear paced one way, it would disappear behind a rock. Lydia would question me with her hands in the air, "Go?" When the bear paced back, she would laugh hysterically. This process was repeated over and over until I walked away.
Other than that little bit of excitement, Lydia's reaction stayed pretty close to this the whole time:
Completely unimpressed.
Until we came to the big gorilla. Then, she became herself again.
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I love the zoo, Paul hates the zoo, and so we just have never really made this one of our traditions. =)
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