Being stuck in a car for five plus hours is a breeze with this guy...
We made it home safe and sound from our mini-vacay to Houston and Galveston. It was fun to see different parts of Houston. So many people live there! Constant traffic. It's the 4th largest city in the US. I never knew.
I LOVED staying at the Intercontinential Hotel (which we got for a steal on Hotwire). We watched several episodes of Ryan and Tatum O'Neal, very interesting. And also Piers Morgan, I like him. We ate two days in a row at the Grand Lux Cafe. Ahh. Their menu is unbelievable (a welcomed indulgence for me). The beignets, oh my. We both enjoyed that a lot. We also got to have a long dinner with Stephen's family while we were there, a highlight for us.
We took a day trip to Galveston, drove along the Gulf of Mexico. And can I admit something? I discovered that I am a closet beach snob. Growing up in California did me a total disservice in this area.
Gulf of Mexico....
Gulf of Mexico....
Although we thought Galveston left much to be desired, we had fun with it all. We decided that "campy" was the best adjective. And we kept wondering where my mother's sources of information come from? She told us on our drive down that she heard Galveston was "such a beautiful city." Mmm.
(I love you Mom.)
Stephen ate two snow cones (yes "two" in one afternoon...one of his favorite indulgences), I breastfed in the car off and on all day (which I'm totally used to at this point), changed a poopy diaper on Stephen's lap, ate at a seafood dive, and waved to the burning ozone from our cool, well air-conditioned car. It was 101 degrees and it smelled like...well...the Gulf of Mexico.
I have to say, it was cute to see families together under their umbrellas and people waiting to start their Duck Tours. Kids don't seem to be phased by blazing temperatures, at least not when stuff's going on all around them.
We drove through the neighborhoods and looked at all of the vacation homes (entire neighborhoods of nothing but vacation homes), called a real estate agent and asked questions. We have a habit of doing this while on vacation I've noticed. We're always curious about property value. And we make a game of it. (And I'm lame at this game.) I guessed the house we called on was priced at 3 million, Stephen guessed 750k...it was 775k.
And this boy, well. He was just a total trooper. He didn't get many solid naps in, but he made do and never had a huge meltdown (which I'm convinced has nothing to do with parenting, this child just has an angel-like disposition). And his mama thinks he's SO cute! REALLY cute! You might just agree. (And yes, parenthood does weird things to the vocal chords.)