San Antonio

Amber, Jeff and Coen met us in San Antonio for a little pre-Christmas, pre-birthday vacation.

The weather turned out to be dreary despite the promise I'd made of warm sunny days.

On the news today they reported San Antonio has had measurable rain for the last six days, the first time in 16 months!

The people here are (mostly) happy about it.

We made the best of it, touring in the damp.

Coen shares his Papa's love of weaponry,

trying to site the cannon by peering through it.

This is on the grounds of The Alamo.

Coen loved the cannons and could have spent more time there.

The riverwalk cruise is a must in San Antonio.

I think I've done it at least six times and each guide adds something new.

I highly recommend it.

Here we are at Sea World.

He's petting a stingray.

Always good to have friends in high places.

Coen is watching a stage presentation with his favorite Sesame Street characters,

Elmo and Cookie Monker, joined by assorted other characters.

It was amazing!

The Tower of the Americas, built for the Worlds Fair in 1968.

Riding up the outside elevator is almost better than the view at the top.

Since we were there last they have added a 3-D theater.

Not only does the rattlesnake strike get your attention, you can feel him slither past your legs to get away.

Coen generally dislikes loud sounds, but this show was fun.

The San Antonio Zoo is well worth the time. It's much larger than I assumed it would be.

The Hippo pool is really the most amazing exhibit. 

Looks like they're napping, right?

Every few minutes the hippo would surface, get a breath and sink back down.

The fish were grooming only the hippo facing us.

Maybe her name is Dinah.

The 'gator didn't look as trustworthy, no toes on the window here.

This zoo has the largest assortment of birds!

Even a flamingo fan like me was overloaded.

Coen's  third birthday will be on December 22nd, and we won't be there.

I had to have an early B-day party for him here, so when he woke from his nap he found

cake, balloons and party hats.

NO, the Corona is not his.

Even though I couldn't edit out the beer bottle you would never know that this was a pants optional party.

Coen is wearing only underwear

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A PARTY HAT!!!!

We ALL had to wear them, but we didn't look this cute.