Happy B-Day Grandma!

Saturday, Brooks and I met up with Mom, Dad & Matt to enjoy The Great Pumpkin Festival at the Dallas Arboretum to celebrate mom's birthday. Brooks was fascinated with all the pretty fall colors, and was especially partial to the wide variety of pumpkins & gourds. Brooks was obviously once again the center of attention, and he's getting quite comfortable in being so. He missed his daddy (Bradley was playing in a golf tournament in Frisco), but he certainly had a blast with all the excitement. Happy Birthday Grandma.

Great Concert Year!

One of my favorite forms of entertainment is a great live concert (Jenn's too) It has been a great concert year. The Police (backstage), Stevie Nicks, The Fray (stood in the pit in front of stage), Pretenders/Don Henley, Rush (in the pit again, Neil Peart is easily the king of all-time drummers), Foreigner/Def Leppard. Next year The Eagles and JT will be the top concert priority. Can't wait
Neil Peart & Geddy Lee

Future Domer!!!

Through the generosity of Grandma & Grandpa Vogel, The Notre Dame fund has officially been started for our little slugger/quarterback. Brooks is great-grandchild #21 for proud Grandma (aka "Gigi" to the great-grandkids) & Grandpa Vogel. Grandma already has him pumping his fist as she cries "Go Irish". He's got no chance...He's a Domer.

Trip to Denison

We headed to Granny and Papa's to introduce them to their newest great-grandchild. They were ecstatic, and Brooks was very happy to finally meet them. Brad and I think the world of granny and papa, and the fact that we enjoyed their famous "chicken and rice caserole" was just icing on the cake. We miss getting to spend all Sunday afternoon with them and the rest of the crew...We love you granny and papa!

Happy Birthday Mimi!!!

After taking some "baby-time" off, Brad went back to work Friday, and mom and I took Brooks to Ft. Worth to have lunch with Mimi to celebrate her 89th birthday. Mimi's friend Jeni-Lou joined us, and we had a real big time. Brad said his poor little slugger was unfairly outnumbered (of course, throw in the big labrador, and I'm outnumbered 3-1 every day in my own house) and felt sorry for him spending the day at the "hen-party". Brooks didn't seem to mind. Actually, I think he rather enjoyed all the non-stop attention.