It was hot, hot, hot

in Dallas last weekend and once we realized we could gloat about BYU's win and play tourist at the same time we got to it. Kirsten bought this stroller at the American Girl store with her own credit card.

After Church on Sunday we went to the park to sweat.

The kids wore us out before themselves as usual.

Kirsten needed a work out and then with those skinny little legs climbed to the top of the ladder while Jen waited for the fall. She may be evidence we did evolve from a monkey.

And the sun is big and bright, deep in the heart of Texas, or is that the stars?

Colton has no fear but he may have been trying to hang on to his life here.

When we first moved here, what to do for Thanksgiving was a big dilemma. We had spent every Thanksgiving with our family and cooking, eating and cleaning all by ourselves didn't sound all that interesting. So that first year we went to Six Flags over Texas for the holiday, on the very day in fact. We have been numerous times since and we went again on Labor Day, in fact if you want to know about any roller coaster there we can tell you where it's located and what we think about it. Good times.

Here's everyone on the swings except Jon, Colton and I because frankly it's too slow.

Jenny and Jon and trust me, Kirsten and Colton, on the Batwing.

Lonny and I took the kids and rode the hot air balloon while Jenny, Jon and Emily rode the rollercoasters.

Colton loved driving this big rig.

Kirsten couldn't wait to ride the Carousel.

This is my favorite, the Texas Titan. There were no lines so we rode it a couple times right in a row.

Jen and Emily are the only two that rode the Texas Giant because the rest of us are opposed to whiplash. The first time we went to Six Flags Jenny and Justin rode the Texas Giant 25 times. No kidding.

And then we drove home. Happy as clams. First BYU wins and then Six Flags has no lines. It was a Texas sized miracle.