We've spent some great times with family and friends, pretty much closed the short-term home project punchlist, and learned everything about labor, breastfeeding and Presby Plano. Two weeks and counting, the nursery is prepped and ready to for Walnut to join us.
Speaking of prepped . . . Wow! Hotrod waited until the last two months to look preggo. She does it well. What a champ! 
And of course, Maggie is now very much accustomed to her evenings in the house, and she's fully convinced that people - at least the male variety - are total idiots. She knows that something's up with the baby room and all, but she'll figure it all out soon enough. She's really shown her true colors over the last few months, and she'll be great with the munchkin. This is probably the best picture she's ever taken . . .
We'll keep you posted on the progress . . . soon.
So, after a great Thanksgiving day with the Huntsville family, we made the trek to B/CS to attend Walnut's first . . . and Coach Fran's last . . . yell practice. A good in-situ dose of the Aggie War Hymn, the Spirit of Aggieland, and a few vintage yells should certainly foster decency, honesty, good taste, and an appreciation for domestic adult beverages. The Moms and Bro Wade went along to witness the foolishness.
I always chuckled at my Dad's abilities to find a friend in a crowd of strangers. As luck may have it, a retired gentleman, his son, and two grandsons stood next to us that evening. After a few "what are they doing" comments from his grandsons, quiet grins, and our inability to explain it ourselves, we struck up a conversation. He was mechanical engineer from the Class of '54 who spent his career as a process engineer for multiple big oil companies. He'd recently retired to B/CS and grew up in Amarillo . . . "well, a little town outside of Amarillo called Groom" . . . his godfather happened to be one of my roommate's grandfather. 
