This weekend marked our second time at the Bayou Arts Festival since we moved here just over a year ago. But it also marked "first" as well: the first time it's ever been cold here in Houston. And to be fair, it was probably just in the 70's, but we've become accustomed to the high 80's to mid 90's every day so it was sort of a shock.
Eliza had fun listening to mariachi music and trying out all the various ethnic festival foods (Baclava was a big hit).
Chillin' with Mommy
