Saturday I invited my mom (and dad) over for dinner to celebrate Mother's Day. Texas BBQ brisket was the main course but this time around, I cooked it via sous vide. Low maintenance. Super tender. The days of smoking a piece of meat for 12-16 hours might be over. For dessert was the giant chocolate cake from Costco that I've been craving for weeks. Mother's Day was just an excuse to satisfy my inner fat boy.
Sunday morning the kids and I made breakfast for Lynn followed by a brunch buffet at Churrascos with the rest of the family. Okay, I'm done eating.
This past weekend we took the kids to the Houston Dynamo game... But I was this close (my thumb and index finger only an inch apart) to calling it off. As we were getting ready to leave, the kids were fighting... over the dumbest thing... again. It's usually between Andrew and Tyson but this time all three boys were mad at each other. And what were they fighting about? About the potential of them fighting. It began with a comment, "I can't sit next to you because we might fight."
According to Wikipedia, a utility player is "one who can play several positions competently." This is true of Andrew. In soccer, he can play any position on the field (which can't be said of many of his teammates but I'm not going to rant). But what makes him the ultimate utility player is his ability to play whatever, whenever.
What the hell is a bomb cyclone? I've never heard of that term until our recent spring break trip to Colorado. According to the local news, "The March 2019 'bomb cyclone' was the strongest ever recorded in Colorado." Oh, great. We were essentially buried under the white fluffy stuff. It looks pretty when you're warm and cozy inside but it's a motherf*cker if you have to actually go somewhere. This trip would be our second time to Leadville but after this wintry blast, I might have to reconsider coming back again.
This past weekend was the annual IBJJF Houston Open, where I came to support everyone who competed. It was definitely less stressful being on the other side of the railing... though it's still a little nerve wracking watching your friends compete. Here are a few pictures I took from the event.
This past weekend was filled with celebrations. On Saturday, Jacob officially became a teenager (gasp) and to celebrate this milestone, he had an escape room party with his friends (and brothers... because you can't not invite them). On Sunday we were part of Lynn's uncle's surprise 50th birthday party. His wife went all out and it had the ambience of a nice wedding reception. Happy tears were shed. Well deserved. Afterwards we went for my family's (cousins) Tet celebration. Takeaway: Andrew is lucky... and quite the gambler. It's his year though, the year of the pig.
Ten years. It's been a decade since we each said, "I do." Like the song says, "First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes baby in a baby carriage." And plenty of babies we had (four kids, if you didn't already know) so it wasn't possible to do anything "big" to celebrate our 10 year anniversary. We decided on a quick weekend getaway to Waco to do all things Magnolia (Magnolia Table, Magnolia Market, Silos Baking Company). But even a short trip without the kids was difficult because we are forever busy. We had to call in the reinforcements... but I'll get to that later.
My long time friend (John) who I've known since the second grade (30+ years) was getting promoted to Lieutenant Colonel at The Pentagon so I wanted to be there when that happened. The initial plan was to take everyone and make it into a family vacation. But airfare to DC was pricey... multiply that by six... ouch. Plan B, road trip to DC. But during the planning phase, there were reports of snow storms across that region and I thought, I don't want to get stranded in the middle of nowhere, let alone drive through that. Plan C, I'll fly but only take the boys. But ticket prices never decreased and actually went up. Plan D, I'll go solo.