Here's a little something for my sis-in-law's birthday today! A fun, springy handbag. This year has been my year to learn how to sew...which explains why if your birthday is on my iCal, you've received a handmade birthday present in the mail. After I get good at this sewing business tho, no promises for future birthdays, okay? But if you want to get in on the action while I'm still fresh, leave your birth date in the comment section. You just might get something cool in the mail from South Texas.
One of my favorite things about living in the great expanse of Texas is the weather we get to experience. There is nothing like sipping sweet tea on the porch while watching monstrous thunder heads form right before your eyes.
The sky gets dark and the earth is still for moments before the storm.
Eventually the clouds get to heavy to contain themselves...
And the pounding on the metal roof begins...with loud thunder claps and enormous booms of thunder.
And then...the aftermath, which is the best part for Riley. Playing in the puddles and the earth smelling like it got a much needed bath.
I recently met a young woman who does swimming lessons in her backyard and we were so excited to enroll Riley as soon as possible. Her prices were steep though, too steep for us...so we were bummed. On the phone, the young lady happened to mention that this drought has been so hard on her that she has had to irrigate out of the river to produce hay for her grass-fed cows. I had one of those "ah-ha" moments...
"Well," I said, "I live on a hay farm and we have lots of hay. Would you be interested in trading hay for swim lessons?" She was thrilled!
The bartering system is still alive and well in some parts of the states.
Grandpa and Gigi took him to lunch at his favorite mexican place, Olivia's, and he came back with a new slick doo.
This part is so straight...I couldn't have used a ruler to do better!
Apparently he was very good for the barber and got a sucker. When he got home he kept running his fingers through his hair saying, "Mama, it's crunchy...like cereal." The barber used quite a bit of hairspray.
Last night, Riley and I were walking in the field to the top of the hill to try to catch a beautiful sunset. Abram fell asleep in the sling and I asked Riley to look at how cute he was. He did and sighed, "augh!" I said, "I just love him to pieces." And Riley said, "Me too, Mama, I love him to brakes."
(Earlier in the day as we ate dinner on the porch, he dropped his fiestware plate on the cement. I said, "Oh no, don't drop it, it will brake into pieces." This is how his mind was working last night.)
Big Tom brought home a copy of Texas Monthly from the Doctor's office which featured Texas' 25 best swimming holes. It's my personal mission to see them all while we are here.
This one is in Wimberly...another cute, quaint, artsy town in the hill country between San Antonio and Austin. Marybeth kept saying it smelled like Bayou country....and we half expected alligators to be in this river. It was mossy, lush, big tree roots lined the bottom, and fish here and there.
Went to a BBQ down the street for the 4th for July. They had a kiddie pool which nicely entertained the children for a few hours. The food was amazing too...mesquite smoked chicken stuffed with jalopenos and wrapped in bacon, brisket, country potatoes, cowboy beans, and hand stuffed deer sausage.
The perfect capture of water getting splashed on undeserving Isaac.
Father and Son
Father and Son
Then, we headed to the local City Park for fireworks. We enjoyed ourselves at the playground while the sun was busy setting.
We pulled the truck up close to the firework launch and sat in the bed of the pick up.
Look at Abram look at his Grandpa!
Riley was a wee bit scared of the "boom" and stayed under the lawn chairs for the first half of the show. After he realized he was perfectly safe and there was nothing to fear, he surfaced and joined the rest of us.