We went to San Marcos to spend some time with Peggy for her birthday and to see John this Father's day weekend.
Cole helped Baca open opened Baca's gifts for her.
Tate was less than thrilled about the ribbon wrapped around him Don't worry, TO, we know you're a baller!
We did a bit of shopping running after the boys while we tried to quickly browse the outlet stores. On a break from aplogizing to the store personnel about the boys running around pretenting to be the engine and caboose of a train with the store umbrellas shopping, they took a ride on a bulldozer toy.
Peggy and Mike took Cole to the river in the afternoon. We don't have any photos (apparently not everyone is concerned about blog material), but I hear that Cole jumped off the banks by the bridge into the cold water and loved it.
Tate played in the splash pool.
How can you not love these three?! Oh, because despite these huge smiles they were all crying/screaming/whining on the 4-hour trip home, that's how.
We made a quick pit stop at the Andres' house in Austin for a scooter race between Jack and Cole.
Baca and Cole being silly
It was a hard trip, but well worth it. The boys were normal, happy, and playing the second they jumped out of the truck. I'm petitionining everyone to move to J-ville.
Or to buy us a private plane. With a nanny.
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