Apparently I am trying to get back in the habit of documenting everything with my camera. A change of scenery will do that to you. I'm getting closer to taking some inside pics of the new house. This week our bathroom floors are getting new tile. As a result, there are two commodes sitting in my bedroom as I type. How sick is that? Seriously? And I'm a plumber's daughter. I have completely moved out of there and am sleeping on a twin bed in Jackson's future "big boy" room. Our dining table and office furniture are coming today. Yeah! Jackson will be so ticked when he sees that his bounce house has been removed from that space. If we hadn't already, we got our money's worth over the past few weeks. Now it will move into the guest room which will be empty until Curt's parents come in May. Then he's up a creek.
Last weekend was the best. Friday was warm, so we let Jackson play in the sprinkler (pictures in the last post). That night Curt grilled steaks and we ate on the patio furniture that my parents gave us as a housewarming gift. On Saturday morning we were inspired by the amazing weather (no humidity and actually cool) to head out to Chappell Hill, Texas, for the Bluebonnet Festival. It was not a far drive, but it took for-stinking-ever to get into a parking spot. Oh my word. The first thing we did was hunt down some corn dogs and eat them in the shade of a beautiful white chapel. They were good, but we decided that we'd have to make the pilgrimage to Dallas next fall and enjoy a Fletcher's Cornydog. You cannot beat Fletcher's. Our corn dogs were washed down by the best lemonade known to man. I will never pass up a "fresh-squeezed lemonade" stand again. Ever.
The bluebonnet festival had tons of booths with crafts and some antiquish things. Curt was feeling really generous and he let me shop to my heart's content. I got a really cool red, brown, and white cross that you will see pictured below. Jackson got a pop gun, or whatever you call it. It bought us some time and he was so happy about his new toy. I also got a little sign that says "Mothers of boys work from son up to son down." Too cute. Curtis didn't see anything he wanted, but he got some lasting memories with his family. Isn't that great?
Now, only the Jones family would drive all the way out to this festival and not take any bluebonnet pictures. We had tickets to that night's Astros game, so we were on a tight schedule. This weekend, if the weather's nice, we will drive out to the Dilorio Farms Stand in Hempstead for some good fruit and then find a spot for some pictures. I cannot imagine them turning out well since my son is like a Mexican jumping bean. We'll just have to see.
The Astros game was so much fun. Some dear friends of the family are season ticket holders and they let us have their seats for the night. We were a few rows behind the visitors dugout. It was amazing. We literally had to pay attention at all times because we could have easily been hit by a foul ball. In fact, someone was hit who was sitting in the same seats we were in, on the opposite side. Our team won and we had a great time. We even got to see Lance Berkman hit a home run. Thank you, Weir family! What a treat!
This has got to be one of the most beautiful properties in Texas. I could only capture a small part of it. They have a pond, hills, a red barn, a white fence, and tons of bluebonnets.
We had never seen anything like this before.
Jackson enjoyed an apple while we waited in traffic.
My cross drew a lot of oohs and ahhs while we walked through the crowds.
These ladies were getting their groove on.
*While I was posting these two pictures, I heard a little voice say, "Hello?" One of the neighbor boys came over to tell me that Beckham was IN HIS HOUSE! Help me, Jesus! I forgot to lock the door behind the contractor and it must have popped open, letting the beast escape. What if it had been my child? I am horrified! Well, I guess I'm gonna be making some butterscotch haystacks.
Minute Maid Park
Kay and Jerrell
Here's Lance Berkman. We'll pretend this was a shot of his home run. We like Berkman because he is a man of God and his wife is precious. I probably only know two other players' names.
His nickname is apparently "The Big Puma," which reminds me of Jim being called "The Big Tuna" on the office.
This is the train that moves along the track whenever someone hits a home run. Notice the steam. I could not convince my eyes that it was hauling oranges. They look exactly like pumpkins.
Game over. Peace out.