Walking Backwards

Ah, the disturbing, chewy goodness of it all. This evening I discovered the lovely Vietnamese restaurant down the street. It is much more lovely than the Vietnamese restaurant closest to us and is only about three minutes more of a drive. What is better is that they carry bubble tea. So now I am sitting here and polishing off my green bubble tea. A perfect finish to the vermicelli bowl that I had for dinner. I really hope that this doesn't become a habit because we are supposed to be cutting back on the amount we go out to eat.


Yesterday, Nicholas, Joe, and I went to the San Antonio zoo with Maria and Fiona. I must say that I do miss having the snazzy zoo in town. Austin's zoo just isn't even worth mentioning. It wasn't very crowded and we got through most of the zoo before the babies decided they had enough. Nicholas thought that the fighting mountain goats were quite funny butting their heads together. We also got to experience duck love first hand. I think the male duck was quite offended with our pointing and laughing, so we decided to leave them alone and let nature take its course (despite the fact that the female duck seemed against the whole idea). The babies were so cute together. They kept trying to out do each other in screeching volume. Fiona passed out shortly after leaving, but Nicholas resisted the urge to sleep and was quite cranky by the time we arrived home. He didn't appreciate the hour-long drive home it seems.


Joe started his vacation this week which means he is going to be around for the next three weeks strait. I am just hoping we don't drive each other crazy. We aren't used to being around each other 24-7. When he is home from Dallas two days a week, we get to see the best of each other. Its like a mini romantic weekend (with the baby of course). The hardest part will be getting used to each other's schedules. I think I'm already driving Joe a bit mad because I don't sleep or eat like a normal person. I usually go most of the day without eating and then have a big dinner and snack attack in the evening because my asthma treatments make my appetite a little less than normal. I also have insomnia so I stay up a lot later than he likes. I also am driven crazy trying to keep the house clean. The fact that he doesn't know how to efficiently pick up after himself is a little annoying. I'm sure he is put on edge by my need to keep the house straitened even through it is obviously a losing battle. I'm am so happy that he is here that it makes up for all of our off-putting inclinations. I hope he feels the same.