Festival of Lights

Do you want to know what's wonderful? What's wonderful is when your brother's family who you haven't seen in a year comes down for a visit. What's even more wonderful is when your dad decides to celebrate by treating the whole slew of us to tickets at Moody Gardens' Festival of Lights. It was such a fantastic night.

Here's a shot of us walking through the toy soldier brigade.


Just to give you an idea of how enormous the toy soldiers were...


You might be able to tell that I'm trying to replicate the ballerina's position behind me in this idiot picture. Unfortunately, my pregnancy sense of balance is so wonky that my dad had to stand behind me to keep me from falling into the bushes. (Notice the very prominent 'PLEASE STAY ON THE WALKWAY' sign behind me).


The light displays were magnificent.


Though this isn't the best picture of him (sorry, Andrew), my 13-year old nephew is at least ten feet tall now. He's also rocking a Barry Whitish bass voice. He was terrific all night with little Jake, pushing him around in a stroller that was at least two feet too short for him.


Here's the other 3 little rascals. It was so much fun seeing my boys have a spazztastically fun time with their 9-year old cousin Zack.


For some reason, Sponge-Bob was there...


Jake had a great time too, though he'd get maniacally angry if David tried to sit in his stroller.


Random sleigh silliness...


Here's my dad with his little grand-chiclets.


Here we are gathered around the ol'....Hmmm, I actually can't remember where we were. I really just included this picture so you could laugh at my enormous belly.


They had open marshmallow roasting pits, which not only roasted the marshmallows but gave the rest of us a nice, smoky aroma for the rest of the evening. They also (bravely) supplied the boys long, joust-like staffs to roast them on.



Pop even treated all 11 of us to dinner at the Moody Gardens Cafe. We were pretty chilly (and tired) by the end of the evening. But it was a terrific night!