Recently Erin’s friend Kristin came to Houston to visit. She’d been gone for around 9 months doing a tour of Europe and Asia. She was supposed to come in on the 12th but apparently she decided to spend a couple of fun filled days in a Thailand hospital rather than come to visit.
When she finally made it to Houston we had the dinner she’d been missing. Lupe Tortilla fajitas with a cookie cake for dessert. Apparently in Asia you can’t get chocolate for dessert so she was craving chocolate and APPARENTLY they don’t do TexMex in Europe or Asia. Who knew?
Isaac took an instant shine to Kristin, pretty much like he does everyone else. I think he got a little surprised when he kept waking up and she was still there day after day. She was goofy, she was happy to play with him, and, perhaps most importantly, she had an iPhone.

He was absolutely mesmerized by it and wanted to watch it and, of course, eat it.
Kristin went to Yorktown with us for Christmas and spent some time giving Isaac what he’s missing. Hair.
I swear he liked it, we just caught him at a bad moment. What was funny was that Kristin took off overseas and spent nine months traveling around on her own, but the one thing she wasn’t willing to risk was having her hair cut. She waited until she got to Houston to do that.
Kristin was here for Isaac’s introduction to the Jumperoo (more on that to come)…
Christmas Eve at Faith Lutheran…
Christmas Day down in Pearland where she was attacked by Barrett and Hunter…
And she played some Wii…
After about 2 weeks Kristin had to return home with her parents so they could actually see their daughter. She’ll be moving to Houston soon, she’s just finally starting to accept that. Who could resist living close to Isaac, Barrett and Hunter?
It was a great visit and I was sad to see her go. It was nice to have someone to talk to during the day who actually understands the words coming out of my mouth. Someday Isaac will but he’s not there yet. Or at least able to respond.
See you soon Kristin, call us when you need help unpacking.









































