The rest of our time in Texas was spent just having fun with no real schedule or agenda. It was like a true vacation. We played at the park, in the pool, had a big family barbecue, I had dessert with my two cousins which was SO fun, and had fun looking at old pictures my dad dug up. Good quality family time, indeed.
Hannah was not happy being splashed, but she quickly got over it. Love this little series. At the delicious Root Cellar restaurant in San Marcos with my cousins, sisters Jessica and Amanda. All 9 great grandchildren together. This rarely happens! Mine are the glaringly white ones. :) With my cousin Jason.
Love these old pictures. Me and Jason with my grandpa (Abuelo), my grandparents’ wedding party (love the girl on the left who is like SO tired taking pictures and can we just get on with it already? Also, my grandma told me everyone in that picture is now dead except for her. How sad!), and last, my mom when she was a little girl. And then we had to leave. The girls were so sad to leave, they had such a fun time. But alas, we had a 20 hour drive ahead of us, so leave we did. And about 1 hour into it I wanted to kill either myself or others in the car. It was a long, long two days, and I didn’t drive a single mile of it. And believe me when I tell you being the driver on a long road trip is the easiest job when you travel with 3 kids. You get to sit and relax and drive and focus on driving and making sure your temperature is just right. The passenger (ME) is schlepping snacks and picking up dropped crayons and changing DVDs and feeding a baby a food pouch from the front seat and NOT leisurely enjoying a magazine or typing a blog or taking a nap or anything else I thought I might do for TWENTY HOURS IN THE CAR. Next up on the agenda: convincing Derrick to leave at 7pm and drive through the night. A 5 hour energy and the entire Beatles catalog and I’m set. I’ll do the driving. Please.
The only bonus to breaking up the
misery drive into two days was that we got to stay with the Green’s in Arkansas! The girls had a blast with each other and they were awesome and picked up some Memphis style BBQ for our dinner. Delish. I went to probably the shadiest Wal-Mart I’ve ever been to, and I’ve been to some doozies. Always good times when we see Casey and Lindsey, and this time was no different!
God Bless Texas!