For the sake of spending equal time, we try to make it a point to head to Houston every so often so the kids can see their cousins (and we can see our nieces and nephews). This week we had a bit of an ulterior motive, as we had tickets to a concert and a couple of suckers to babysit our kids (thanks Nan and Papa).
We arrived on Friday, but had a little time to kill before we left for dinner and what not. It was decided that we would join the family over at my aunt’s house for a bit, then leave the kids behind.
The concert was enjoyable and, from what we can tell, the kids got to stay up nice and late with their grandparents. Upon returning home we discovered that there was an additional little boy hanging out in the house. Apparently when it was time to leave aunt Jenn’s place, RyanPaul began to wail and cry, “I want to go with Oooooooowen!” So go he did.
Inevitably, the other cousins arrived and everyone started asking the most important question in the whole world.
Christy and I had inadvertently forgotten our swim suits, so the kids were somewhat on their own.
Max gave us a bit of a scare when he jumped into the shallow end and promptly remembered that he hadn’t been in a pool for six months. This led to a lot of thrashing and concerned looks, which ultimately ended with Jenn helping fish him out. It was really just a bit of forgetfulness followed by panic, and before the end of it he was swimming around like a fish again. We’ve decided to re-enroll him in swimming lessons though, just in case.
Eventually we found our way back inside, where the kids resumed their normal routine.
When dinner time came, we decided to go check out Jenn’s new house. The kids were fine with that, since it meant they got some more time in the backyard on the new swingset.
The rest of the evening consisted of the kids playing while we tried to get Owen to take a bite of his dinner. He eventually managed to put the minimum required amount into his mouth so he could go play, but we were pretty much ready to go by then. One of these days he’s going to learn that he won’t get to eat if he keeps up the slow-motion eating act.
The boys had a great weekend, we got a good (though brief) break, and on the way out of town they both talked about how much they missed Nan and Papa before passing out for a nice long nap. I’d say it was a good weekend for everyone. If you want to see the rest of the photos, click here. Otherwise, we’ll see you next time!