Vacation

So it all started like this:

Trey and I had packed and loaded the truck, and we were each strapping in one of the portable DVD screens so the boys could watch a movie on the road. The tailgate was down, and Keaton wasn't paying attention. So *BAM* went Keaton's face into the tailgate.

We called Dr. Don (resident saint), went by his house, and then went on to Scott and White Urgent Care to see Dr. Ransom (pediatric resident saint). Ultimately, once the wound under his eye was cleaned out it began to go back together, so we decided against stitches or skin glue. We decided he'd live.

Sidenote: Keaton was laughing and talking before I got the camera out. As soon as he saw it, he put on his best pitiful face. Pretty good, huh?

Finally, we drove to New Braunfels where my parents had rented a lake house for the week. Mom, Dad, Brian, Colton, and Melanie were all there waiting for us. On day one, we visited Aquarena Springs in San Marcos, and then swam all afternoon at the Landa Park Pool in New Braunfels.

Day two we went to San Antonio, where we visited the San Antonio Zoo, the IMAX movie, and the Alamo. We also ate a delicious lunch on the Riverwalk.

A note about the IMAX: We decided to take the kids to see the Alamo movie at IMAX. We thought it would be cool to see the movie and then go to the actual Alamo. It wasn't until we got into our seats that I remembered the details of the Alamo. Yep. Everyone dies. Everyone. So we saw James Bowie, Davy Crockett, and William B. Travis get shot, stabbed, and otherwise hacked up by Santa Anna's army. All in surround sound and on a wall-sized screen.

The boys loved it.

Day three we slept in, fished a little, and basically hung out in the morning. In the afternoon, however, Dad, Trey, Tucker, Keaton, and I drove into San Antonio to visit the Dallas Cowboys training camp. I don't know if Dad or Tucker was more excited.

The anticipation grew as we pulled into the Alamodome parking lot, exited the car, and began the long trek up to the entrance. That's when Tucker started vomiting everywhere.

After a moment of weakness, he manned up and decided he wanted to see the Cowboys with or without vomit, and we let him. The #7 in the middle is the Aggies' own Stephen McGee.

I think we were there about 45 minutes before Tucker started feeling really sick, so we told him it was time to go. This is how he spent the last night of his vacation:

Despite two small incidents of illness and injury, we had a fabulous time. It was really fun to spend so much time with my parents, and I know the boys enjoyed Grandma and Pop and the cousins. It was a wonderful break from life in general! Thanks, Mom and Dad!