We went to Durango this past weekend to visit my brother, and sister-in-law, and baby nephew. Whom at 16 months, I've never met, which obviously makes me a very bad person.
But there is always a time and place for redemption.
And this was the time. And place.
And honestly, the kids did get in their floor time. Playing with toys and books and each other, including curious pokes from one to the other, and silly sounds, and crazy faces.
But more importantly, of course, was their interaction during the baby brewery tour.
Because honestly, who can go to a town like Durango and not check out, first hand, via those endearing little taster glasses, the local, awesome breweries?
Well I can't. We can't.
The babies were totally up for it. Who were we to let them down?
We hit Ska,
We hit the Durango Brewery too, but before their very, very limited 3 - 8 pm tap room hours. (I mean, c'mon, 3 pm?!)
And we were so in the tasting groove that it was no sweat to get the folks at The Cosmopolitan to give us an on-the-fly taster set when we sat down to their very non-brewery dinner fare that evening. (Sans babies.)
Ah. Fresh-brewed beer. What could be better?
Not even cheerios.