Lisa, Duncan and the kids stopped by on their way back to Houston and had a nice lunch with us at the local coffee shop.
It was raining today and the local streams had turned into rivers. So we took a short walk up the hill to get a good view.
You know, before I had Gus, I would have thought nothing of the kids running along the slippery path and sheer rock cliffs that plummeted down to the rough brown raging waters.
But this time I could hardly breathe at times out of fear which I found turned into a shrill nagging.
So I periodically pelted them with snowballs to make up for it.
(p.s. There are two more posts up from earlier in the week)