What do you call two people who make plans to take a 2 1/2 month old baby on a tour of Texas for two weeks? Wait a minute. Did I just hear you call me dumb? I was gonna say “new parents…” but whatever.
We did our annual trek to Texas for Christmas and decided we needed it to last two weeks this year. It was rough in the sleep department, that’s for sure. We went from a blissful 10-11 hour night to a h.e.double.hockeysticks-ish waking every 2-3 hours for three weeks! It was brutal. But worth it. It was fun to visit with so many family members. It is truly amazing how hard it is to pack it in when we are in town. We still never manage to see everyone we want to see.
We got to go see Grandma in Fredericksburg (fredburger). It’s special that Carter had an opportunity to meet his only living Great Grandparent, so many kids don’t get that chance.
Grandma couldn’t keep her eyes off the kid. She kept asking his name and when I would tell her Carter Joseph she would tell me all about her son named Joseph while her eyes welled up with tears. 🙂 I’m so glad we went for her Christmas celebration.
After Christmas dinner was over, we hung out in Grandma’s room for a little while and looked at all of the pictures of family.
We also took CJ down to the riverwalk. Mom, Dad, Scott and I walked from the Pearl Brewery (went to the fun farmers market down there) all the way to the riverwalk and back. In knee high boots. Awesome. My toes still hurt.
One of the days we decided to go to the Bass Pro Shop to see Santa (he was an awesome Santa). Carter put on his “Christmas Dress,” (a smocked bubble suit, Scott’s favorite choice I’ve made for the kid) and green tennies for the picture. He didn’t seem to mind. He usually will not object to someone warm and wearing something fuzzy holding him. Especially if they have some lumpy, soft parts (like his mom).
Piper, on the other hand? You would think Santa was chasing after her with a hatchett based on that reaction. It was infectious because Katie got in on the terror within seconds. Abby was just a little uncomfortable with her younger relatives’ behavior and awkwardly smiled while noting to herself that she was the only well behaved grandkid. Maybe she could use this to her advantage? Really she was probably just wondering if she could hold CJ any time soon.
Abby got ahead of us after the Santa shoot, we walked around the corner to find her in a fake shooting range with her little pink beebee gun. She couldn’t quite figure it out (probably a good thing), but had fun with the concept of the targets and lights.
Abby got a little one on one time with her newest cousin. She really is great at holding him!
One of Piper’s Christmas gifts was a little trike. An old school schwinn with a pedestal on the back for a 2nd kid to ride. Well. Katie decided she was the head driver that night. She got on the trike and screamed like a banshee for a minute straight. It was hilarious. And of course, Abby was in the mix of it all.
Piper decided that maybe she should step back and let her cousins go crazy.
But took control of the situation and got her little seat to herself finally. The fun is only beginning with those three. They’re hilarious. I’ll have to pull some of the video footage of the “show” they put on for us that evening.
With all the mayhem going on, CJ needed a few quiet moments. His sweet great aunt Sue helped him with that. She’s a baby whisperer. She can love on those kids well!
Katie finally started saying Carter’s name on the last day we were there. She loves her cousin too. She even put her little arm around “Codah” when Mimi was hanging on to them both.
The second half of our trip was in Corpus visiting Scott’s family. CJ got a lot more time with his grammy & gramps. Like I said, he will never complain if someone wants to hold him. He LOVES to snuggle.
And hang out in the recliner watching football (well, he’s not supposed to watch football, but that kid can crane his neck into some seriously painful looking positions to try to catch a glimpse of the tv).
He’ll even play light as a feather, stiff as a board while sleeping.
On one brief afternoon, we took him down to the beach in Port Aransas. It was cold. He hates hats. HATES hats. Lots of screaming ensued. He was not impressed with our trip to the beach. Cool pic though.