May was about two things around here: birthdays and illness. The first part of the month consisted of one birthday party after another, cummulating, of course, in the big party for our new three-year-old.
Like the shiner by his eye? He ran into the sofa a few hours before the party, just in time for it to get good and red before pictures. Oh well. He got seven different packs of Hot Wheels, and was thrilled by every last one.
We had a blast with friends
and then birthday season was over, and 24 hours later the littlest guy was miserable. They've all had ear infections on top of a cold; Noah and Owen are on round 2 of antibiotics. So that's where we've been.
Our last day in New Orleans, we met one of Mark's old friends at Old City Park. Katrina left it under a foot or so of water, but it's been totally restored and is now glorious.
We fed the ducks
and dug in the mud.
Peek a boo!
Then one more time to run around before heading back.
It's about 9 hours of driving between Dallas and New Orleans, so the game is always to find fun places to stop along the way. This time we happened upon a kite festival in Baton Rouge. The boys got to make their own itty-bitty kites
and go down the bounce-house slides, over and over and over again.
It really was a fantastic time. And it feels so good to , a week and a half later, finally be done writing about it.
Last weekend we had a fantastic time visiting Mark's family in New Orleans. It was the first time in ages that we've been there in nice weather, so we spent half our time in one park or another. Owen has discovered the joy of the swing.
We took an absurd number of pictures (seriously, 300+ over the course of 3 days). I've actually been putting this off because it's too hard to pick a reasonable number of pictures to post, but maybe I'll just spread the picture dump over several days.
Rory had this toy accordian that was a huge hit with all the boys, even our newest musician.
We took the streetcar from Rory's place, as per normal. After a nap on his uncle's shoulder, Nate's cowlick started taking over his whole head.
Then we head out to Audubon Park, with it's absolutely amazing trees.
We had a leaf fight under this tree.
The price of this shot: I spent the next fifteen minutes pulling bits of leaves out of my bra.
I'm Noah, 7.5 years old. I get into trouble with my brother Nate, 5 years old. And my brother Owen, he's 2, but I don't get into very much trouble with him, so he's better. And I have a good Mom and Dad. My mom's 36 right now and my dad's 37.