Sunday, December 26, 2010
Texas Polar Bears
On the SOUTH tip of South Padre Island.
They will again bravely plunge into the frigid waters, running in from the beach.
Give me a break: up north, WE have hardy souls who do the same. Why, I have no idea. But up north, the water is cold; the air is cold; the Bears must run run run, splash ever so briefly, and then run run run back to the waiting towels, arms and portable hot tubs awaiting them on the shore.
It's all relative, I know. This morning, as we left for church, it was 40 degrees outside and for a moment, I thought, "Dang. It's cold."
Saturday, December 25, 2010
SanAntone: Waiting for Santa
We've walked The Riverwalk. We've dined at Rudy's. We've ridden up the Tower, toured the Alamo and climbed around in Hemisphere Park. So, this week, as Mom got home from the hospital, we drove over to "Bouncy Town." ("They have WIFI, Mom.") and let the boys run their engines out, hoping for a deep and quiet sleep later in the evening.
However, anticipation plus bright lights plus some, um, dietary alterations make such restful nights impossible.
Mom's a bit beat but smiles when she can hug Drew.
The next day, Noah joined Gramma in a nap and awakened with a smile. "Do you want me to show you something, Gramma?"
Of course, you little doll.
Instruction on the Droid.
Who says, besides me, that technology is dificult.
Now, we await the arrival of Grampa and Uncle Zach. And then, SANTA, who will have many LEGOS in his sack.
