The Big Easy

I really do my best to keep you abreast of every waking monotonous moment of our super glitzy life. So ... welcome to the post where I think I think I might outdo myself in the reporter department. Skip it if you must.

Okay! The day after Mary's wedding we got up, I entertained the kids (fed them doughnuts that our generous and amazing hosts left out for us) while Simon packed everything (!!!!!!) and we zipped over to his parents in the grossest weather ever to drop the kids off.

Maybe it was the lingering effects of the strawberry-basil gin and tonics from the wedding talking but I almost broke down leaving the kids.

I didn't! Instead I made a bold and uncharacteristic move and shoved my phone in front of Julia's face - hoping to capture a "last memory before I selfishly leave you for a looooooooong time."

Aaaaaaaand we were off like a herd of bobcats because we are living the highest life and traveling with just one child. 

One of these days I'll have to dedicate a post to Airport Simon because Airport Simon is a TREAT. He missed a flight once (again, one time) and is sufficiently scarred and will never ever ever risk missing a flight ever again - a post for another time.

All the reports from the grandparents and aunts and uncles have been favorable and Julia's meltdowns have been minimal (and if they are lying to protect the neurotic, so be it).

New Orleans is bomb. Yes, bomb. I was not aware that palm trees were native to the Big Easy?

Someone commented on an earlier post that it smells like urine and vomit -- but the palm trees, perfect weather, perfect weather, and the perfect weather are more than making up for any remaining and pungent Mardi Gross.

I'm almost feeling guilty over how much fun it's been only having Theo with us. Theo is so confused over all the attention he's getting and this bizarre one-child stroller he's been riding fancy.

He's been falling asleep (!!!!???) in the stroller - something the other two kids have never ever ever done and I've been walking to meet Simon when he has a free hour for lunch in between sessions ...

(I wanted to be brash and get a snap of an engagement photo session going on here complete with slow walk/dip and kiss action for you but ... occasionally Simon peer pressures me into acting with a smidgen of tact.)

I really need to figure out a way to bottle this getaway up into multiple containers and take a swig or 80 when the night float months and call weekends come screeching back into view because I feel really, really spoiled.

These are not from the real deal - this is a little shop inside of the River Walk which is basically like a shopping mall complete with food court and I love it. I am planning on going to the Mother Mondé and will (of course) take multiple pictures to post and share with you and yours.


And now I'm off to do whatever I want. I'm sure I'll wake up soon.