The Two Sweetest Things

Last week I went to visit my brother and sister-in-law in Houston, Brad and Jennifer. Well, lets be honest, I went to visit my nieces Elle and Grey. But they just so happen to live with Brad and Jennifer (funny how that works). But here they are giving each other a hug.


And no, they aren't always that friendly with each other. We took them to "Palm Beach." Which is a weird name in my opinion, because that place actually exists far from the one we went to. We went to the one at Moody Gardens in Galveston. I think they are falsely advertising by calling it a beach. It appeared to be a kiddie water park with sand that is next to Galveston BAY. I didn't see one wave crash. No waves + cement bottom bodies of water = no beach. I grew up with a pool and a sand box. I didn't tell my friends they should come swimming at my house because I had a beach. I certainly didn't charge them $10 for it. You'd think with "Palm Beach" being on the other side of the island they'd know these requirements. Uhhhh....


Haha...I'm kidding. I wasn't really that upset. It was worth $10 any day to go to that beach versus Galveston's actual real beach with crashing waves. They did have pretty white sand and water slides (which I was glad we had kids with us because it gave me a reason to be able to go down them).

This is Elle back at the house. She is now a little over two and a half!

We also took them to the Children's Museum. I am not kidding when I tell you that place actually was miserable. Imagine every daycare and summer camp all in one building. There were lines for everything (even to get a drink - all the vending machines were down)! The girls had fun because they are too young to be annoyed by crowds, but Jennifer and I were in misery. Here they are driving a play car. Strangely enough, it is the youngest in the actual drivers seat!

Speaking of the youngest one, this is Grey doing what looks like a modeling pose at the museum. She is now 15 months!

They are just the cutest things! I hate that I don't get to spend more time with them. But then again, after about two days, I am worn out and ready to get away from screaming kids. It is nice to enjoy them in short manageable spurts (for now at least)!