Alligator Park

You may be tempted to think that my absence from the blogging world indicates I have been incredibly busy. Not so. I have been falling out of love with my blog. It wasn't anything I did, it wasn't a transgression on my blog's part. The relationship problems between my camera and my computer have worn me down. I've tried several times to download the pictures from our Houston trip and have wasted way too much time on it. Tonight I decided to try one more time, committing that if it didn't work this time I would quit blogging forever. I guess I'm stuck with my blog for a little longer.


And now, the much anticipated alligator park. This is the welcome sign at the entrance to the park:




My littles with a baby alligator. They're all so cute!

We spent 3 days and 2 nights in the park. Those of you who know me know that this shows some serious maternal committment. I hate camping, but I made the conscious decision to go and have a great time because I have 3 little boys. I don't want them to miss out on crazy boy stuff just because they only have a mom now. This was a pretty common sight around the bayou. I wish I kept track of how many alligators we saw. At least 40:

The only thing separating the alligators and the people is common sense...probably not a big enough barrier for some people! This one looks like it's a ways away, but it was actually a 10 foot alligator only about 15 feet away. If Seth hadn't fallen asleep in the stroller I think I might have used this one for our family Christmas picture this year.

So lazy! It never so much as moved an eyelid the whole time we were taking pictures.

The family that hunts alligators together stays together! (I'm embroidering that on a pillow as we speak. Er, type. Okay, no I'm not.)

Seth's jammies say it all!