Raising Texans

I had an embarrassing phone conversation with my Mom the other day.  I temporarily forgot that Georgia was one of the first thirteen colonies.  Yikes. Maybe it was the heat.  I don't know but it made me sad.  I do LOVE Texas--and it's hard to beat this small town/big city Fort Worth.  I am starting my 18th year here but I think I'll always be a Georgia girl.  Even after all this time, the accent is still here and so is my love for pine trees, dogwoods and azaleas.  Later on that day, I checked with Julia and thankfully, she had not forgotten the original thirteen.  Mom texted me later and said I'd been gone from "God's country" too long.  Maybe so, but home is two places for me now- God's country or not.  


However, I am definitely raising two Texans.  This is a joke that has been made many times before but it is just so Texas typical, I couldn’t pass it up.  We were swimming with friends earlier in the summer and lunch- time hungry came with the blaring sun which had finally broken through the heavy cloud cover.  We got up to go over to where we had made picnics before, but Julia perked up and said, “Can we make our picnic up on the hill?”  I sort of glanced around not remembering any hill.  I looked at Nikki, confused.  She answered with shrugged shoulders. "What hill?" I finally asked.  “That one, Mom. Can we eat lunch up there?”  

You have to look closely, but there the crew is "up on the hill".  


I probably shouldn’t be advertising this, but, again, it’s classic Texan.  Eating breakfast the other day, Julia was quizzing Brighton on all his newly acquired Kindergarten knowledge.  He was breezing through his impromptu oral exam until she asked him to name the continents.  (He should be able to do this.  However, I have merely pointed them out on our map for him to name them.  I never had asked him to list them.)  He started out pretty good.  “Africa, Australia, North America, South America and......................TEXAS!”