Sharks in the desert

Pretty much my whole life, my dad has had a thing for sharks. When we were in a pool, he would be "Shark Dad" and swim under the water with a "fin" sticking out and attacking us kids. He would also re-enact the above skit pretty often. As an indirect result of this, and possibly seeing jaws at too young an age; I have an unhealthy fear of being eaten alive by a shark.

There I said it.


On a happier note, I took Jaxon to the aquarium and botanic gardens today. We had been once before, but Jax was too young to appreciate the true splendor. Well he got it all today. (even if he referred to some of the fish as dogs) He mostly spent the day saying OOOOHHHH! and pointing











We also saw our old friend. I've named him Gnarles Barkley because of his beautiful smile. He still chills me to the bones.

We then rounded out our afternoon by walking around the Botanic Garden. The weather was perfect and Jaxon had fun chasing the ducks, running around on the grass, and looking at all the flowers.