Peter messes with Texas

Peter and I dropped Charlotte and Corey off at the airport on Friday and were anticipating a quiet weekend home alone without them.  Then, my mom called at about mid-morning and convinced Peter and I to use a free ticket to fly to Texas for the weekend.  I called Corey and it was decided that Petey and I were Texas bound.  A few hours later, we were back at the airport -- this time to hop on a plane ourselves!

We got in pretty late Friday night, and Petey went to bed without complaint.  Saturday morning, Petey and Grandpa Spike were goofing off right from the start.

It's always fun to see my mom's ultra-clean house assaulted by the toddler food explosion.  Peter was in especially messy form that morning.

We took a walk through the beautiful path winding through the neighborhood and imagined how much fun all three kids would have there over Thanksgiving.  Peter could have thrown rocks into the little creek we found all day long.

Peter insisted on using the lawnmower on the driveway.  He kept calling it a "car-car" of course.

It must have been the novelty of being the only kid there and enjoying the undivided attention of three adults, but Petey was a pretty darn good boy during lunch at Stir Crazy.

After Petey took a great three-hour nap, we headed to the neighborhood's Octoberfest.  We put one of Grandpa Spike's hats and a name tag on his back and set him loose to flirt with the herd of little girls running around.

Peter got a dragon tat to make him look tougher.

His favorite part of the party was this terrier puppy who gave him all sorts of love.

After we ditched the party, Petey had a brilliant idea!

Let's heat up the hot tub and take a dip!

Hot tub hijinks!

I have no idea what they were doing there.

Sunday morning, we zipped over to a local elementary school's playground to, well, play.

Both Petey and Grandpa Spike thought it was the height of comedy to slide down on their tummies and crash into each other.

Peter Knievel!

Peter didn't understand why we sat him on this big green blob.

Petey and Grandpa discussed strategy for their next game.

Cheesy!

We were wondering if Petey would be able to hold on to the bar, so we put him to the test.  He held on like a champ and started making monkey noises all on his own.  What a little monkey boy!

Grandpa helped a little with some pull-ups, then Petey and I ate a quick lunch and flew home.  We had just enough time to retrieve the Big Red Van from the economy lot before Corey and Charlotte's flight from Detroit arrived.

The dynamic duo was reunited, and all was well with the world.

Thank you so much, Grandma JoJo and Grandpa Spike, for flying us down to Texas!  We had a blast on our whirlwind trip and can't wait to see you in a few weeks in Indiana for the IU/Northwestern football game.