Our family went on a tour on Saturday and it was awesome. This photo (shot with 50mm lens) is not zoomed (yes that is wild mint in front of the tiger):
The tour guide was extremely knowledgeable about wildcats, as well as how each animal was rescued. We all learned a lot, such as tigers like it when you blow on the sides of their face.
So... the good. Alex was wonderful on the trip, amazing. Asked a lot of questions, extremely interested in checking out each animal.
The bad and ugly... Nate. He was downright terrible the entire time. It came perilously close to ruining our entire experience. The tour was about two hours and Nate was being difficult in the first five minutes. In any other experience, we would have packed it up and headed home, that's how horrible he was.
Let me also mention he was the reason we had to leave the pool Thursday night, and last night he pulled Alex's hair and called Alex stupid. He has been in a LOT of trouble this past week and our patience with him is gone. And believe me, we have taken measures such as spending as much 1:1 time with him as possible but he was, simply put, a huge dick the last few days.
No pictures of Nate at CTR unless you want to see pictures of a pouting complaining kid. I guess this is the wild (and not wonderful) part of four.
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Wow, that's awesome! I think we will definitely go check it out some time.
Good luck with Nate. It seems like he is going through some phase right now. And as soon as he is over that the other twin will probably start up, right? Mine always work out that way.
Caramel to Fudge: "Now it's my turn to be difficult and disobedient. You can take a break. In a few months when I get tired of it, you can take over again!"
When I was 13 and lived in San Diego for a year, I was a huge, pouty mess every time we went somewhere. I mean, the last thing I wanted to be doing with my family was visiting Point Loma with the fam.
So, my mom made a pie for dessert. She bent over to put whipped cream on top and instead sprayed me in the face and told me to just stop it. Shocked me that my mom would do such a thing. I probably was a pain again, but not without thinking about what happened at dinner every single time.
Damn, Nate must have been awful if you are actually being so direct about it. (Which I think is a good thing. People need to know the truth about little kids.) To be honest though, I would thoroughly enjoy seeing pictures of him being a pouty little nightmare.
As far as the tiger rescue, what a great place. I can't imagine what is going through someone's mind when they think a big cat would make a good pet. I've had a 9 pound house cat ruin furniture and make my life a living hell. Who would want a few hundred pounds of that?
Now, for us----3 was SO MUCH WORSE than 4.
...but, I only have one child...
So, who knows!?
All I can say is: 1) hang in there, and 2) kudos to you for not feeding him to the tigers!
:)
PS: One of my new favorite words is "damage."
Broke a nail....damage.
A/C went out....damage.
Ran out of wine...damage!
Thinking Good Twin/Bad Twin t shirts for public outings?
No.. that would something an Evil twin would think up, right?
Holy shit, I put my face in my hands and laughed hard! (he's been a huge dick)
I am sure there is a lot that is dependent on individual personality, but if you recall from peeking in to my blog, 4 was a hard year for us with Ada. Every time I thought is was related to having infant twins in the family another parent of a 4 year old would describe really similar problems with their own kids. Two months before Ada turned five she turned a corner and has been so much more fun to be around. Obviously your results may vary, but it could just be 4. (or as my mom says: 4 is like 2, but with a better vocabulary)
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