We’ve been home for over a week, now. So I guess it’s time to post the pictures of our wonderful vacation. The task has felt a little daunting to me since Steve is a little camera-happy and took about 400 pictures during the week.
Since posting pictures of everything we did would result in a post so long you’d just stop reading since you need to do things like eat and work today, here is just the first half:
On the first day, we left Abilene early in the morning, drove down to beautiful Canyon Lake, met up with Steve’s Dad who brought his jet ski, rented a pontoon boat and spent 6 hours on the water. We had a picnic lunch on the boat, spent a lot of time swimming in the clear, clean water, played on the jet ski, swam to an island where Gabby collected sea shells, and rode around on the boat with the wind in our hair.
That evening, we cabin-camped at the lake. Grandpa had the cabin right next door to ours and the big kids slept in his cabin, because Grandpa is so much more fun than Mom and Dad. Apparently, we’re pretty lame.
The next morning, the kids enjoyed one of their all-time favorite activities: throwing rocks into water. Oh, the fun.
It didn’t take us long, though to change out of real clothes and back into our swim suits to hit up the sandy beach of the lake and spend the morning swimming and running from geese.
Jack napped on the picnic table. Vacationing is exhausting when you’re almost 2.
That afternoon, Steve and I kissed our sweet children goodbye and left them with Grandpa where they camped for one more night in the cabin, did some more swimming and apparently went our for a pizza dinner where Gabby did not share her pizza with Steven, the bottomless pit. This is all hearsay since I was not there and am only gaining my information from the arguments of a 5 and 3-year-old.
Steve and I left the lake and spent our evening holding hands, laughing, having uninterrupted conversation and basically pretending we don’t have any kids. We stayed at a beautiful hotel on the Riverwalk in San Antonio with a rooftop pool, which was our first stop.The view from the pool was amazing.
After relaxing in the pool, we got dressed up and walked out of the lobby right onto the Riverwalk and found a place to eat some food without kids menus or high chairs.
We spent the rest of our evening walking around the Riverwalk and the highlight of the evening was when I noticed about 5 gray hairs in Steve’s beard. He was elated. He’s been wanting to go gray for years. He seriously can’t wait to have gray hair. I took a picture so he could see them. He put on his super-excited-face for the picture.
The next morning, we went out and did a little shopping before meeting the kids and Grandpa for lunch.
After lunch, we said goodbye to Grandpa and we headed out - just us and the kids - and drove down to Mustang Island State Park where we camped on the beach for the night.
My husband is a genius. That, and he’s been to SERE where he learned to stake a tent in the snow, which helped him prepare for staking a tent in loose sand. He got to work as soon as we got there and got our tent staked down good and tight very quickly. Then we hit the waves. Oh, how my children love the seashore.
For dinner that night, Steve cooked us hotdogs and jalapeno poppers over a fire he built in the sand. Have I mentioned his high level of awesomeness?
After dinner, we played in the sand and waves some more and then I showered each of our children off at a near-by outdoor shower with freezing cold water and put them to bed in our tent, where they stayed up playing for the next several hours. Steve and I sat by our fire after dark and listened to our camping-neighbor play her guitar and sing with the waves playing back-up.
That was the first half of our trip. Stay tuned for Part 2!