Bigger'n Dallas

Way way way before the holiday madness began, like a month ago, the boys and I drove Kenny up to  Dallas for a conference (a game one, not a business one) and then headed over to our swanky downtown hotel for some leisure time of our own. 

We walked the length of the cute little downtown area, visited the 6th Floor Museum, met up with some old friends, toured the arboretum, and ate some delicious, delicious food.

As usual, the boys made sure that Dallas would remember them.

For example: when we arrived at our awesome, valet-only, big and fancy hotel after a good four hours of driving or so and were handing our car keys over, I looked around and realized that our car (which is not normally the poster-child for cleanliness) was absolutely trashed, inside and out. And as the kind valet staff tried to help me out of the car, there were so many little things that I was trying to stuff into bags and haul upstairs that two or three gentlemen were picking things up with me, asking "is this coming with you?" over and over. To top it all off, as we were getting the boys out, both had filthy faces and clothes, courtesy of some road trip suckers. Thankfully, we got to relive the mortification everyday as they would bring our car around to the front--made especially embarrassing by the fact that every single other car brought around was luxury, and the front of the hotel was flanked by two or three of the owner's personal collector cars at all times. The boys also had a grand old time providing entertainment for the valet staff in the form of wrestling matches in the middle of the entrance door. 

The exact view (one floor up) Lee Harvey Oswald had when he took his shot (or did he...).

The Sixth Floor Museum was really pretty awesome. They're going for a reverent, library-like quiet and everyone is given headphones and a little player, so for the first hour or so the boys really did pretty well! Baby D had my headset and Luke had his own, so the silence was only broken by Luke occasionally coming up to me and yelling (since he headphones on), "Which number are you on??"But after that everything spiraled, and there was wrestling and running and yelling and crawling under the partitions to try to scare the other patrons. Good thing they were the only kids in there. 

We'd hate to have any competition.