In the words of Clark Griswold: “This is no longer a vacation. It’s a quest. It’s a quest for fun. You’re gonna have fun, and I’m gonna have fun…”
Such good advice, but then all good intentions experience a roadblock- rather it be a downpour, a God-awful traffic jam, or some good ol’ family bickering. But hey, it’s vacation, and by God we were going to have fun even if it killed us.
Ready or not, we Lintons were heading to San Antonio, Texas. After taking a pit stop in New Braunfels to tour Buc-ee’s (the biggest gas station known to man), and eating at The Union Station (which makes some of the best biscuits I have ever eaten) where my husband not only polished off his plate, but mine and the kids’ as well, the family made a mad dash to SeaWorld in order to hang out with one annoying, red and fuzzy Sesame Street character.
As it was, my 3 year old cried when she saw Elmo, and my 5 year old kicked and screamed when made to ride the kiddie coaster, and I slowly watched the picturesque family vacation vanish before my eyes. But still, there are the memories. Like the one where my son said “ah, dang it” after his sister peed her pants in bed, or when my daughter kept everyone up into the wee hours of the night, giggling uncontrollably, or that beautiful smile on my son’s face while he watched the sea lion show. That’s the kind of stuff I’ll never forget. So although our weekend vacation wasn’t as ideal as I had thought it would be, I can’t imagine it having been any more perfect.
For the most part, today went off without a hitch. Well, if I discount my three year old daughter using black shoe polish as finger paint on the coffee table, my five year old son fixing to have a heart attack over whether or not we were going to miss NASCAR while taking mommy out for lunch, then yeah, we hit a high note.
After taking a much needed stop at Grin’s in San Marcos, where we scarfed down lunch (and mommy tossed back a well appreciated margarita), the family high tailed it out to the Hill Country. In search of some scenic views we found ourselves in Wimberely, a small town with Austinite quirks, rolling hills, and Cypress Creek, a bucolic river that houses more sticks than mommy was willing to tow home.
At any rate, it’s not a walk in the park being a mom. But when those tiny smiles have eyes only for you, there’s nowhere else in the world you’d rather be. After all this time, I’m still mesmerized by those small moments when my son’s biggest high is over finding a five foot stick, or when my daughter falls head over heels at tossing rocks into the water. So motherhood, there’s no need to worry. I’m still into you.
Okay, for my first post I thought I’d fill everyone in on the fun times to be had out in the Texas Hill Country. This past Saturday my husband and I snagged ourselves a babysitter, then hit up Gruene, Texas. Now this is a great small town from good eats, great shops, and I can’t leave out that Gruene is home to the oldest dance hall in Texas.
One of the many great things about Gruene is that you get to listen to some fantastic Texas music. That’s Mickey pictured left, lead singer of Mickey and the Motorcars, and his band was the headlining act on Saturday night. Check them out, and just maybe you’ll put on your dancing boots.