Spent a quick weekend in Denton for my best friend’s baby shower with Matt and our little lovelies. I can’t wait for my Godchild to arrive! It was a short but fun filled trip. We even had a sushi night in our hotel suite to wrap up a perfect day. Then on our way home stopped to played for a bit in Waco. Luckily we were home before the horrible weather kicked in. We were traveling on MLK day, but I can never forget to share my favorite quote of his as well as a new one I stumbled upon today.
Whisked my husband away for a quick over night stay in Houston to see one of his favorite bands, Patriot. Love any getaway with my fella, even if for only a night. Also, it’s not every day you see a massive shiny armadillo.
I love the occasional getaway with him. He makes everything fun. Even Waco, Denton, & Oklahoma!
The reason why my body is sore tonight, my hand is bruised, and my knee is a bit swollen. But considering Mad fell 842 times and got back up and tried again time and time again I had to skate a bit longer to not let her down after my one and only spill. I wish I was half as resilient as our little ladies! We will be going skating a lot more in Texas too! So much fun, minus busting my ass.
Tonight my little bit got to stay up late with Paw-Paw and watch ET for her first time. Funny I can remember watching this movie with my daddy when I was a little girl. Such precious memories being made. She LOVED it and always loves hanging out with Paw-Paw. We can hardly wait for him to move to Texas in a few months!
Woke up to a very rainy day. Nothing new on this trip, and certainly nothing new in New Orleans at any given time. It always rains. So we dropped our three little ladies off to have some fun with Aunt Stacey and “her mama and dem”. Then Matt and I headed over to my Granny & Paw-Paw’s old house that my Nana now lives in. A huge tub of old family photos that somehow survived Katrina (a miracle in itself) was pulled down out of the attic, and for the next six hours Matt and I scanned over four hundred old family photos with an app on our phones. Many that I had never seen. A lot of them made us laugh. A few brought me to tears. I learned a lot of stories I had never heard from Nana and my Dad when he showed up towards the end of our visit with Nana. When I get home I’ll slowly but surely be posting them for all of our family to enjoy. Minus the ones towards the end of Granny’s life when she was so sick. Those will be tucked away. So many special memories. So many priceless photos that I’m incredibly grateful to have and share. This is my daddy when he was a little boy, probably between the age Bitty and Mad are now.
Even though we had a nice Cajun dinner and took in a late night movie a few days ago, Gigi insisted we go on another date. We love being with our lil monsters, so it’s not often we get out and about this much. But Gigi said so, right? Ha ha.
We had originally planned on going on a date to Commanders Palace one night on this trip. Unfortunately, I packed for a fun filled kiddo vacation with a piggy and didn’t pack proper attire for Commanders Palace, so that will be another time when we don’t only have sambas, flip flops, and jeans packed for my love.
Instead we headed to Magazine St. Walked hand in hand through several little unique stores. We happened upon a fun place called Joey K’s that locals seem to love. And once again stumbled upon another place that’s been on the triple D! We will have to find that episode and see what food he tried. It had a great vibe and the food was fantastic. Of course it helped that I was in the best company possible, my husband.After dinner, we headed to Da Parish to have a daquiri with Stacey. It was a great evening out!
Home can be a lot of things to people. For some it’s the home they live in. One they grew up in. The entire city, town, or state they live in or was born and raised in. There are many things that remind me of “home”, the green bridge is one of them. Mind you I loathe bridges, pretty much all of them, except this one. The bridge located between New Orleans and Da Parish that leads you to “Parish Road” (or if you read the street sign the way people that aren’t from there do Paris Rd), the one locals know as the green bridge, that probably hasn’t actually been green for at least two decades. For me I feel home the second I lay my eyes on this bridge. Oddly enough I’ve had many others agree with that very sentiment with me. Even our children get excited when they see it and call it by name. Maybe you have to be from this little town to fully get it. Maybe you have your own “green bridge” so to speak that is your “home”.