We're back from San Antonio, and resting away the travel fatigue. What is it about travel that is so bone-crushingly tiring? Maybe it's our two stowaways.
We had a great time for the rest of our visit.
A trip to Sea World was the highlight.
There were several playgrounds and climbing structures to conquer.
And we saw a dolphin show, a sea lion show, and a Sesame Street show.
The Mister and Grandpa took a spin on this. Yikes...not my kind of thing! Little Guy thought it was HILARIOUS to watch them go by.
One night, we loaded up for a drive through Santa's Ranch, which features a mile of light displays. The boys loved that!
The pace with the Mister's parents is usually go-go-go and then go some more, so I was secretly ok with the cold snap that forced us to hibernate for a couple of days. We played and played with the large, ever so sweetly preserved collection of toys, circa 1970s and 1980s.
The Mister led great engineering efforts, constructing space shuttles and launch pads and trains and race cars, all from eleventy million tiny plastic parts.
Once the weather had improved, we took a hike on a nearby trail.
And truth be told, we had a lot more of these Texas-sized tantrums...
...than these sweet smiles. But that's just the way it goes.
Buddy Boy was the world's best 15 month old hiker!
He thought it was all just great.
Trees and sticks and leaves and dirt.
What could be better?
My in-laws had kindly rescued a playset from the neighbor's trash pile for our boys' use, and it was a HUGE hit!
Don't you just love slide static?
Little Guy is so sweet about giving Buddy Boy a boost when he needs it.
It was just exactly like I've always dreamed life in suburbia could be...a completely fenced-in backyard, a playset, and a kitchen overlooking the yard. Just send 'em out to play, with a watchful eye turned toward the window. Of course, it's probably not as idyllic as I imagine. I remember my mother having to lock us in the backyard because we'd keep coming in to wreak havoc and pick fights with one another. But a girl can dream, right?
Little Guy got to practice his handstand, a necessary skill for anyone born a Snodgrass (also mastered by some who have married in. Not I). In a couple years, he'll be expected to start walking on those hands. :)
This extended time with the grandparents was wonderful, as was the extended time with the Mister. Such a refreshing change of pace, and so much fun!
The pace with the Mister's parents is usually go-go-go and then go some more, so I was secretly ok with the cold snap that forced us to hibernate for a couple of days. We played and played with the large, ever so sweetly preserved collection of toys, circa 1970s and 1980s.
6 comments:
What a great outdoorsy time! Julie and Dave are such good camp directors.
Thanks for the memories - what a great recap of our time together! Those "boys" are real troopers!
I read your blog all the time, even though I don't comment much. I love seeing you take on the world with your boys and sharing the highs and the lows (the melt-downs are hysterical after the fact). I don't get to show Lucian your blog much, but I will very soon. He will love to see your growing family. It's a beautiful family. Congratulations!
What a GREAT visit, E! So glad you were able to spend the holiday with them!! :)
I am laughing so hard reading about your mama locking y'all out! I have a friend who used to, daily!, lock her four boys outside in the backyard. She says it was her only sanity. ;)
"On Travel Fatigue," by Morris Middleton. This is my second morning off the jet home from Paris, Barcelona and Madrid. It is 11:45 am and I'm writing via iPad from -- the comfort of my bed. Yesterday, it was 3 pm when I checked my morning e-mail from here. Making progress!
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