Sunday, October 31, 2010

The BBQ Taste Test

This weekend we spent a lovely time in San Antonio seeing Boppi and Mema, my parents.  We pretty much ate a ton of food, walked along the River Walk, took a boat tour, and headed home.  Our kids need some time to adjust to new places and were all too excited to sleep or eat much.  We were home for half an hour and all three pooped in the comforts of their own toilets or diaper.  We love home apparently!

On our way home from San Antonio, we decided to stop for some Texas Bar-B-Que.  Now, being from Kansas City, we feel as though we are somewhat knowledgeable in the field of Bar-B-Que.  Not expert, but we know what we like.  I'm not a huge red meat person anyways, so I really don't know what I'm talking about in all honesty!  Hello Cheesy Corn Bake!  Yum!  Our friends the Redmonds wrote about their experience at Smitty's Market  and we thought we would check it out.  Smitty's Market is in Lockhart, Texas, about 17 miles off the highway and halfway between Houston and San Antonio.  Seriously, this little town has about 852 Bar-B-Que restaurants and maybe 15 people.  Serious.  What you don't realize until you get inside the building is that 1.  They smoke the meat right there, not back in the kitchen.  2.  There are open fires all over the place.  Hold onto your children!  "My face is HOT" a direct quote from Molly!  3.  No forks allowed (at least I didn't see any).  4 . No plates, only butcher paper.  If you want a to-go box, they hand you more butcher paper.  5.  They serve Blue Bell ice cream for $1 a scoop and those are some big scoops.

 I didn't think one would be hungry after consuming sausage, some brisket, some shoulder, white bread, potato salad and beans, but the 5 of us were!  Did I mention Eric bought 3 orange sodas for 4 of us to share?  Will had his water, lucky guy!  It was like drinking pure sugar, which is pretty close, I looked at the bottle and it said 51 grams of sugar!  Yuck!!!  I think the Blue Bell sent us over the edge.  Should have worn the big jeans.

So, comparisons between Kansas City and Texas Bar-B-Que.  I like the Bar-B-Que sauce in Kansas City a lot better, it could be Smitty's, but theirs was cold and just didn't do it for me.  It was good and the environment was fun, an overall fun time.  Seriously, can one really go wrong with smoked brisket?  I don't think so!

On our drive out of Lockhart, Eric started singing, "Deep in the heart of Texas."  A perfect ending to our fun little trip!

Monday, October 25, 2010

Guess what...

Eric finally, FINALLY, loaded pictures onto the computer!  Love you babe!  I'm mentally challenged in this field, so I must depend on my loving husband to do this one simple task...along with yard work and killing bugs.  So, I'm not going to "talk much" and let the pictures show what we have been doing the past few months!
We go to church!  We were actually early this particular morning!

We smile pretty for the camera!

We get ready to take Jack to his 1st day of preschool!  He loves his train nap mat!

We start our 1st day of preschool!  How is he all ready 4?!!

We eat our birthday cake and LOVE it!

Then we take a bath!
 Not much, I know, but it's after midnight and I need to get some sleep!  Plus, we have a whole 'nother camera with pictures on it too!  Go figure!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


Do not come anywhere near our family!  We have all experienced a nasty stomach bug and it's not pretty.  Not saying stomach bugs usually are pretty, but this is bad.  Way bad.  Gross bad.  And just when you think it's over, it's just beginning!  

I was the first one to experience the joy on Saturday morning, following close behind me was Will.  I spent the whole day alternating between my bed and toilet.  Will had one big burst of stomach fun and was fine!  So, my sweet husband did his manly duty of caring for the kids and letting me sleep.  So sweet!  Sunday rolls around and I'm feeling better, but not 100%.  I really wanted to go to church, maybe to pray to God that I never want to go through that again, and so we went.  By the time we returned home, I felt like a bus ran me over and then a dump truck poured a ton of bricks on me.  Not good.  I thought, "Maybe going to church wasn't a great idea."  Eric and Jack went to the pumpkin patch, long story, and the other two and I take a lovely nap.  I'm was pretty sure we were in the clear.  No one else had gotten sick and everyone was eating and acting normal!  Yea!

Around 2:30, Molly wakes up SCREAMING!  I run up there and get hit by a funny smell, yep!  Molly's turn!  Poor thing, nothing stayed down and I just wanted to love on her.  It was a long afternoon and evening and by this point, I knew Jack was next.  I had that Mom feeling!  So, I positioned myself on the couch up in our playroom, ready.  At 11, Molly had her last go-round and at 11:30, Jack began!  So started a long night!  

Where, might you ask, was Eric through all of this.  Asleep.  I seem to only get a 24 hour sick leave per year.  Kidding, but really, he was asleep except when I woke him up the first time Jack got sick and Eric stood there watching me clean up Jack's bed.  Thanks Bud!  

Monday was a lazy day spent doing nothing!  Jack was excited to have a pajama party (between getting sick and sleeping he was happy), Molly loved watching Beauty and the Beast, and Will went on with his innocent little life.  I spent the day cleaning and folding mountains of laundry.  Still not 100% myself, thinking it was pure exhaustion from lack of sleep the past night.  

Tuesday, Jack goes to school and he is acting great, happy, cheerful, eating normally!  Life as we once knew, uneventful, calm.

Tuesday afternoon, pick Jack up from preschool and he's tired, grouchy, irritable.  Uh-oh.  Let's just say we had another little (OK, a lot) appearance of the "stuff" later in the afternoon.  Oh, Eric, at this point, is on his way to Austin for a meeting.  

Wednesday arrives after a normal night, early to bed for all of us, bland food for all of us, and a happy family!  I keep Jack home today and we have a nice little day.  11:23 a.m.  Eric texts me with three little words.  No, not "I love you."  or "You're the best."  "I got it."  

He's now on his way home from Austin, sick as a dog and apparently his truck isn't smelling so great.  Fun times!  Say a little pray for us, we need it!!