Well, nothing much interesting happens here, but I'll blog anyway for Dan and my own vanity. The kids and I just got back from an overnight to San Antonio. (Here are the boys living it up at El Mercado. ) We went with my parents to attend the baptism of my cousin's new son (3 weeks older than Luke!) It was quite the party. I don't see those cousins much, and especially not all together, so it was a nice gathering. (Actually, I hadn't seen my cousin Sara since my wedding! She had never met Luke!)
Then we came home and back to normalcy/boredom (call it what you will.) Luke had a fun morning sniffing PlayDough in between train and crane constructions (that's my bulldozer masterpiece on the table.)
Another gem: this sweet "Bros Husted" portrait gone wrong. I think Charlie knows he's ruining the picture. This could have been, but wasn't, the time that Luke said, "Hey Mommy, Charlie gots beans on him!" Why must my life involve so much poo?