You say your not from Texas

We did get to watch the Rodeo, but the little ones were too tired to stay awake for the music portion. Holt did love the part where they caught those cows with the ropes and wrestled them. Perhaps the most fun Holt had was running down the ramps at Reliant Stadium. The whole time Catherine was toting a sleeping (why is dead weight so heavy) Irene.

Sunday was a fun day. We went to Church and heard a great sermon and then went to lunch where Holt decided he was scared to slide down a slide about 1/8th the size of the one he slid down the day before. After lunch we went to a great park in Katy where Holt played his first few holes of Putt-putt golf and raced Irene around the pond.

He was one tired kid. While Holt was napping Irene said one of the funniest things ever, she told me that dreams really do come true; that if you work really hard and try really hard one day you can become a farmer. When we asked her what little girls could do she told us that girls don't have dreams. I thought it was hilarious.

Monday we headed for home, sad that our trip was over, but so happy to have had such a fun and exciting time. We left with so many fun memories. Rob's cooking was great (he would argue otherwise, but we loved it), Holt's crying jags when we had to be in the car more than 15 minutes, giggling with Catherine for a whole weekend.

While we were waiting for our plane in the airport, a man sat down across from us. Holt looked at his brief case and said look Mama the Cubs. Sure enough there was a business card showing through a window on his brief case that had the Cubs logo on it. Turns out he was a scout headed to Batesville to check out a kid playing for South Panola. Jonathan was so proud when I told him that story.

On the plane ride home, Holt told me that when he grew up he wanted to be a cowboy who flies airplanes. Then when we got ready to deplane he ran up to the cockpit stuck his head in and said "great job captain!" Great job indeed; what a great time.