medina lake

We drove out to Medina Lake for a Sunday afternoon picnic.
Yes, the water was a bit cold.
But I just couldn't resist the classic "baby crying with toes in a lake" picture.
We all have one of those,
at least I know I do.
Good thing Nicholas has Daddy to calm him down after being so wrongfully dipped in a cold lake.

And it wasn't that cold, really.
Kent always tells Nicholas that he is
"the cutest and the smartest"
and today he amended that with
"but not exactly the toughest."

We had a delightful picnic,
complete with sandwiches and fruit and graham crackers with frosting-
those are the best, especially when they get a little bit warm
and soft. Mmm.

We also enjoyed the blend of country music and the mexican radio
playing from trucks on both sides of us,
seeing some of Texas' famous Hill Country,
and burning a hole through our picnic blanket
because Kent sat on a hot coal.

(We were unaware of the still-smouldering coal beneath the blanket
until Kent sat on it and noticed a peculiar warmth
that just got warmer and warmer.)

We stopped on the way home for a nursing break,
and took an "everybody close your eyes!" picture.
Perfect.