The Beach

This weekend, we took Henry down to Port Aransas to celebrate his Grandmom's birthday. Henry has never really had a good chance to play at a beach. Except for five minutes on the beach in Maine this summer, his only beach experiences happened when he was way too young to appreciate them.

But that is all behind us. This weekend, he dug sand, splashed in the surf, ran away from waves, did some skinny-dipping, and helped build a sand turtle. I think he's going to need a week to recover, but as far as he's concerned, it was definitely worth it.

ACL Weekend, Hank Still Cute

Not much to relate here. Just thought we'd share a couple of pictures from the ACL festival and a few of Henry being cute at home.

(And in case you're wondering about the pillar of black smoke shown below, it was the result of several trailers catching on fire after a propane tank exploded. Never a dull moment...)

The Heartless Bastards

Trailer Fire

Blonde Redhead

Arcade Fire
(Not to be confused with Trailer Fire)

Pass the Sauce

Being that he is his parents' son, it should come as no surprise that Henry digs barbecue. But until recently, he had to make do with pieces of meat cut into neat little pieces. A couple of weeks ago, though, we decided it was time for a time-honored rite of passage. We let the boy have a rib of his very own. Did he like it? Yeah. You could say that.

(In other news, he hung out with Grandmom and Granddad Burdett and went to the park.)