
Truman enjoyed some alone time with Grandmommy and Granddad in Dallas while Paul and I attended a friend's wedding party in Tulsa. It was our first trip alone, and we both kept thinking we had forgotten something (or someone) as we made our way through the airport and onto the plane.

Truman had a fine time, receiving lots of attention and even a few visitors in our absence. Here he's enjoying a bit of sweet potatoes and chicken dinner, a fave solid food. (That's right, Aunt Elizabeth. We still call them "solids.")

Here I am with Brian, my old ND partner in crime, at his and Jason's post-wedding fiesta. Brian's parents hosted a fantastic party for them, and we all met up for a delicious breakfast the next morning before Paul and I flew back to Dallas to pick up T and celebrate Joyce's birthday.

This guy's called the Golden Driller, and apparently he's pretty popular in Tulsa. (I misheard and thought he was called the Golden Gorilla. Don't ask.) We heard about one clever mother who uses him as a bargaining chip with her young son: if he finishes all his chores or behaves himself in a particular situation, he gets to sit on the base of the Golden Driller.
Hmmm, I wonder if the Golden Driller has an Austin cousin?