Among other recent developments, Andrew is not only crawling, but now has three visible teeth. Two on bottom and only one showing on top. Which is kind of weird, if you ask me. He loves checking himself out in the mirror.My dad took Becca fishing. She caught 11 tiny sunfish and loved every second of it! Here they are showing off two of them (one is so small, you can't see it in her hand).
John and I took the kids on a "nature" hike, which included one scenic vista--of the highway.
For my birthday present, my parents volunteered to take the kids off our hands for 24 hours. John and I went downtown-- drinking and dancing and swimming in a rooftop hotel pool while sipping beer. It was heaven. (Except for the headache I had the next morning. Whoops.) Andrew refused any bottles, but would take milky oatmeal to sustain him. Apparently they all did fine and they all survived.
I'm back to packing, re-packing and packing again. Also, eating way too much. We just really miss the food from Texas--BBQ, real Tex-Mex, queso, spicy foods including ingredients like serrano peppers, Taco Cabana, Schlotsky's, Whataburger... (haven't gotten to that one yet. Gotta run!)