We sat by a grandma flying down there. Her good humor was greatly appreciated.

Cason finally pooped in the potty at my brother's house. He did not, however, poop in the potty at a layover in Dallas. Instead, he told me he pooped in his pants as we were boarding the plane.*

Kendall discovered my brother and his wife have DVR. They are now thinking of adopting her.

Cason had chicken nuggets 28 times.

Something about crossing the Red River makes us sick. Some one inevitably gets sick every time we go down there. This time it was all three of us. I was thinking of making the kids t-shirts that said, "My mom took us to Texas and all we got was this cough and a raging fever."

I loved having my iphone down there. Email was at the ready. Now my parents think all I do is sit around on playing on my phone. They are right.

We did lots of shopping. I think Kendall came out the best, no surprise. Now I need to get on the horn to my bow lady...

Cason discovered the movies "Homeward Bound" and "Babe." Both good movies that don't yet annoy the crap out of me.

Both of my kids are performers. They love to be the center of attention. I swear, they are just like their dad.

What?

Seven days was too long to be without Daddy. As much as I get on my high horse about "how I have to do everything (insert eye roll and sigh)", the kids missed him lots and were thrilled to see him at the airport.

My parents are wonderful loving people who put up with a lot while we were down there. I think they'd even have us back. Maybe we'll go again one day if I ever muster up the emotional strength.

I would show you some of the pictures I took but I lugged my 80 pound camera down there to take a grand total of zero pictures.

*Ok seriously, what does one do in this situation? "Excuse me Mr. Flight Attendant! Can you please hold the plane while I take my kid to wipe his butt? Kthanx!" And I don't think Cason, me and Kendall would all fit in the plane bathroom. So, I let him sit it it. I sat between him and the other person in our row as to try and ward off any olfactory offenses. Hey, judge not lest ye be judged.