I might be the new Steve Irwin

June 2, 2010
Filed under:Chidluns, Lotso Pics

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Sure, these are from ages ago and I must’ve been off doing evil things with my life to neglect my website so thoroughly, but when you see what I’ve been up to, you’ll want to hug me all over again.

These were from the last school holidays (end of April) and we had an absolute blast. I put them up on Facebook, but for all of you that aren’t into that kind of party, here you go:

Ron and Sam were doing something something as was wife, so I took the plunge and took all 6 kids (3 mine, 3 not mine) out for a day of fun. We did it true Judd styles too, by spending under $100 and having an absolute hoot.

Without exception, every single person we came across said incredulously, "Just you with 6 kids!?! Brave man."

Truth is, after about 4 it gets easier, as the younger two keep each other in line and the oldest one keeps at least 2 of the middle ones in line.

Plus, I issued forth my one and only threat/warning about misbehaviour whilst standing directly in front of the dingo cage at feeding time… "See those bits of meat? Those are little kid fingers. Be good today."

Friendliest roo out there and didn’t, in fact, attempt to eat Corbin’s fingers as I told him it would. The dingoes did though…

Wallaby with a baby hanging out. He’d poke his head out and get his nose dragged on the ground before retracting it.

Heh, babies are stupid.

He was trying to outgrowl it and then patted it and said something squeaky and incomprehensible. I love when he does that.

View from the incomplete observatory deck ("Completion scheduled for Feb 2009!") of the ponds and such.

Should’ve gotten more shots of the kangaroo and emu areas but was slack.

Okay, they liked feeding kangaroos and wallabies and horses and stuff, but they spent a half an hour climbing around on Blinky Bill’s truck.

And it wasn’t even plugged in.

Bean (I think) doing something I don’t think she was supposed to be doing while I wasn’t watching.

Imo and Dames should work for the tourist board.

And again, a day’s worth of feeding cool animals and THIS is what they do for a half an hour.

There were about 20 of these pictures in various places around the gift shop, but these had the least amounts of blurriness and headache-inducing lopsidedness.

This was actually the start of the day. Koala’s sleeping on a branch! Whooo! Then one of ‘em weed right down the side and the Theme for the Day was set.

The echidna wanted to play with the kids, the bob-tail lizards… did not.

We sat for 10 minutes feeding a kangaroo and a wallaby through the fence before we figured out that you can just walk around the edge and the entire paddock is wide open.

Oh sure, there’s fences, they just don’t have gates on most of ‘em.

"Jade. JADE. JADE! He’s not hungry Jade!"

Note my little filmmaker taking videos on his camera and the little nature girls chasing the one with the joey hanging out of her belleh.

This one didn’t eat his fingers either.

"Jade. JADE. JADE! The birds don’t care that you’re a ballerina!"

"Jade. JADE. JADE! Peacocks don’t like Barbie!"

The kids decided this was the only animal from America.

This snake was actually molting in front of us, captivating both into an improptu session of "Secret Toddler Business".

"Jade. JADE. JADE!"

"Oh! Issa SNAKE!"

"(immature laughter) Honey, that’s his doodle."

*embarassed look from horse* [shrivels]

"Oh! Bye bye Doodle!"

Naturally this horse bit every other person near it, including me (taking a bit off my shorts) and she sat and scratched its face for about 5 minutes.

[Note: The reason Jade's most prominent in these pictures is because the other kids were always running off and I was always pulling her out of the animal's beds and off of their backs. Difficult.]

Beanie took a turn first with the snake.

[We'd gotten there close to closing time but still had to pay full admission, so the lady let us stay longer and then let us play with a python.]

While Georgia still freaked out eventually, it was well after I loudly asked the snake lady, "About how long after it wraps around their necks do they usually turn blue and pass out?"

The snake was surly by this point and didn’t want on Damon’s head. He was game though, playing with it on his arms before it tried for the floor.

I edited out the scared and worried picture of Imogen and used this one instead. Haha.

Bird enclosure had an owl that Bean and George decided was trying to bite them. Jade wandered up and showed them how to scratch the back of his head.

This bat was the crudest creature I’ve ever seen.

He actually followed us down the fence and thrust his penis out of the holes in the fence. When he couldn’t get it through the wire, he squished his balls out instead.

I might be the new Steve Irwin

I’m no Moses.

Quick One.