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Mini Vacation: Part One

We FINALLY went on a vacation this summer. Between Brent's crazy work schedule and the pathetic water levels at Medina Lake we have been relatively dormant this season. Very sad indeed. This past weekend we finally made it out of San Antonio (& NOT to Floresville or Lubbock!)!!

We stayed in Baytown (right outside of Houston) with my little sister, her husband Seth, their two children: Sophie (a 7 month old Chihuahua/Boston Terrier mix) and Walle (a 10 week old? Chihuahua/Dachshund mix).

Day One:
Met up with one of my college friends, her husband and SUPER cute little boy, Grayson (he's about 11 months).


Afterwards, despite Tropical Storm Don threatening to ruin our time, we went to visit the USS Texas Battleship in Houston. Of course we had to make the most of the gift shop...of course.



We had a really good time. Brent seemed to really enjoy touring the ship. Let me say this, though, it is HOT and HUMID inside the ship! They had fans going (but not enough). I honestly can't imagine living in those close, confined spaces...it took all I had to remain calm and not panic. Another BIG debt of gratitude to all the US Sailors out there (my dad included). :)


...More to come, I'm not in the mood to upload more pictures right now...

Comments

shelby said…
LOVE all the pics! SO glad you guys visited us!!

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