Bill and I took Sam to see the fishies at the Georgia Aquarium on Sunday morning. Amazingly we got out of bed early in an attempt to beat the crowds with the hope that many of the patrons would be at church. We didn’t however, take the Atlanta Falcons into consideration and as they play in the nearby dome there seemed to be quite a swarm of American football supporters decked out in red and black and determinedly doing the family outing thing around the aquarium before being let off the hook to go see the game. Still, it was certainly nowhere near as crowded as my first visit to the aquarium which was a huge relief.
We got there about nine thirty and ended up spending all morning wandering the exhibits. The fish were pretty good, but for me the most fascinating element of the visit was the look of sheer amazement and wonder on Sam’s face as he stared into all the different tanks.
Some of the time I think he was more taken by the play of lights on the water, and then at others he would quite obviously be watching a particular fish dart past and would turn to follow its path, eyes wide open. He seemed particularly entranced by the jellies glowing in their darkened tanks, and by the shoals of brightly coloured fish in the big tanks that provided a wall of ocean wonders.
When in the observation tunnel Sam didn’t really seem to register when the massive whale sharks glided up above him, unlike his daddy who was in awe of the goliath fish.
I still really liked the sea otters, though like at my last visit one of them was still having a grand time doing loop the loops and cleaning his nether regions right next to the viewing window and Bill decided it was unsuitable for his son’s young eyes!
The penguins were also a big hit with Sam who still shows a preference for strong contrast and black and white. They were a little too angry for our liking though. They seemed to be plotting to peck our eyes out if they could only get to us.
By the time we had finished our little boy was tuckered out. We bought him a souvenir orange fish puppet and headed home to put him to bed. That night, Mr Fishy read Sam his bedtime story and got some great big grins for his trouble.