Texas Bound

We had a really nice getaway to College Station, TX visting Danny, Candy and the boys. The weather was so pleasant. It was cooler on Sat. but the temp topped out in the upper 70's on Sunday. Even though our trip was short we were thankful for getting a break after a real long snowy fridgid winter in the East coast.

Evan and Owen are 20 months old now and as cute and vivacious as ever. The last time we saw them they were not walking yet and this time around they're chasing each other around. It was neat to see Adrian interact with his cousins. Most times they just take each other's toys, someone then screams and then someone gets yelled at by the adults...it doesn't seem that long ago that was happening to me. I can't believe I'm the one who is doing the discipling these days, this is scary!

On Saturday Uncle Jon showed the boys the washers go in the holes. We have to start the Mexican horseshoe at an early age! you aren't an Otto unless you master this event. Whitney, Uncle Jon and Zac took turns giving the boys wagon rides in the backyard. The mischievous little ones soon found an empty sandpit. They went from jumping in it to pretend sleeping in it. It was really cute to see them demand each other to "sleep".

Sunday we went to the park down the street. After what seems like a hundred go at the slide they boys decided to throw around playground pebbles. Adrian really tested our patience after we told him many times he shouldn't throw pebbles at other people. It's time like this we realize even being consistent doesn't seem to work.

We were suppose to fly home at noon on Monday but after being dropped off at the airport by Danny we realized our flight was an hour and a half delayed. The unpredictable weather was brewing in Chicago and we didn't get home until after 6PM EST. We had originally planned the inbound flight around Adrian's nap time but the plan was foiled by the delay in our flight. Imagine a really cranky, tired and stubborn child in a crowded airport! we finally situated at a Chili's to have lunch. Luckily, there was a large window that had a wonderful view of airport equipments, vehicle and large planes for Adrian's entertainment. That window really saved our sanity.

To answer everyone's question...yes, Adrian did not break the streak. He pooped as soon we took off in both outbound and inbound flights. I guess this is another one of Adrian's quarks.

It's good to be home...we're exhausted. We miss you all in Texas, can't wait for the Otto Rebellion in July!