|African drummers at the Festival International de Louisiane|
Despite leaving work early, the four of us and half our house crawled out of the city in rush hour traffic only to sit in Metairie's infamous traffic jam. I've tried my best to block out the evening's travels, but I vaguely remember a lot of crying coming from two exhausted, yet stubbornly refusing-to-take-a-nap children. By the time we hit Baton Rouge, I swear the car stopped itself and kicked us out on the curb. The next 15 minutes were spent scarfing down Cane's chicken fingers while our 9-month-old August played his favorite game of beating the table and his older brother Charles breakdanced across the floor.
|Statue of Mike the Tiger at Louisiana State University|
Luckily, the evening wasn't a complete wash. A quick stop to see LSU's Mike the Tiger paid off when the bengal tiger put on an elaborate show of racing around his cage and trying to climb a tree. And then, when dark set in and we got back on the road, our two little angels passed out. We pulled into our friends' driveway in Carencro with a sigh of relief, plopping both kids in bed and settling down to visit with real adults while watching highlights of the Royal Wedding.
|Musical instruments at the Acadian Cultural Center|
|Dancing to the music|
|Chretien Point plantation|
|A crawfish trap|
As with all trips, we should have ended it there, but instead we decided to try out a new Mexican restaurant in town. With the arrival of the queso dip appetizer, Charles' hungry fingers dragged the bowl closer -- just in front of August's face, whose chubby little hands took one swift moment to dump the entire contents all over himself. And so we bid farewell to our friends, promising to return again as we had so much more of the area to discover.