it's been a busy bunch of days...

Logan turned seven. Seven! I have a seven year old child. And a bunch of gray hairs to prove it...although I already had at least a third of those gray hairs when he was born.


We made a trip down to the hinges of hell. Also known as San Angelo, where when Lynn returned home from Fiesta on the Concho he proclaimed, "it's hot outside. San Angelo hot."


We had hotdogs and chili and cupcakes and ice cream for Logan's birthday.


We took our first stab at letterboxing. We were looking for this letterbox.


The letterbox was tucked away in the park that holds the San Angelo International Waterlily Collection.


On our second trip out to find the letterbox we brought Molly along (Caleb was back at the house with stomach troubles) and she and Grandma roamed around while the rest of us looked for the box.


We finally found the letterbox after Lynn wandered "outside the box."


And for Father's Day, after we packed up some furniture and odds and ends (like polaroid cameras and boxes and boxes of film) from my mother-in-law's office, we lazed about watching golf, taking naps and driving home late in the evening.