Weekend fun

Trent and I ran 8 miles with Uncle Mike on Saturday. That was my first time to run 8 miles since my last marathon, I think... We both felt great, though (Mike and I). Trent seemed to enjoy the scenery around Brushy Creek Park as well. When we arrived home, Grandma and Grandpapparazi were here! Brian and Grandpa spent the entire weekend trying to fix a broken sprinkler in our back yard, meanwhile Grandma and I entertained Trent.
Trent is learning so fast these days, it's amazing to watch. Some of the things he does leads me to believe he's got a very logical and analytical mind. We spent a lot of time building towers, sorting shapes, climbing up and down stairs, etc.
On Saturday night I got a reprieve from the routine to go shake my bum at Cool River with my favourite band, spending the majority of the evening dancing up front with my "partner in crime", Michelle. I've mentioned this before that the people watching at Cool River is stellar. This night was no exception. I hate the place, but I love it, and for the same reason. Weird!
On Sunday I got a hankerin' (that's the Texan in me coming out) for ribs and in the interest of time, we opted to satisfy my hankerin' with a trip to Rudy's. Not the best place for ribs (y'all remember the Salt Lick, right?), but good enough.
Normally I wouldn't bore people with the details of Trent's nightly routine, but this warrants a mention. Last night after his bath, Trent actually asked to be put in his crib. He signed that he was tired, then he walked up to the crib, put both hands on the bars and tried to climb up. When I picked him up and put him in he rolled right over with this night-night bear, and went to sleep. What a good boy! Brian and I came down stairs and were like "did that just happen?".