Loving detail #1:
Nonnie came over at 7 AM to take us to the airport. The second Caleb stepped his toe across the threshold to get in the car, Mia very happily called out, "Bye Daddy!" (No "bye Mommy"; No "bye Olivia.") We were thinking, "Wait, kid! Not yet! You still have a good 30 minutes left with mommy and daddy! You need to freak out a little and shed a couple tears." But nope, she was ready to get rid of us. There was an initial sting when I realized that she doesn't need me like she used to, but I took a deep breath, and that was that! Because of her reaction, I was able to enjoy myself a lot more knowing that she was totally fine without us. I know... I know... Nonnie's the best, and Mia would have been fine anyway, but it was still good to leave Mia on a high note.
Olivia was an angel on the flight down! She didn't nap, but she didn't make a peep. She mostly just did this...
... and this.
And of course once we landed, she did this...
(Sorry all the pictures are fuzz-city. My camera battery was DOA, so everything was taken with my awesome, brand new (3 models ago) phone.)
Loving detail #2:When Caleb walked out of la salle de bain in Nashville, he ran into one of his coworkers who happened to be on our flight. Scott and his wife were gonna be in New Orleans for the weekend too, so we cabbed it to the hotel with them and made plans to unpack and then meet for lunch. We checked in, dropped off our stuff, and decided to go exploring. We strapped Livi into the Bjorn, and off we walked.
Loving detail #3:
Lauren had planned everything perfectly, so the church was literally three steps around the corner from our hotel.
|View of the bell tower. Yep, it was that close.|
So with souls fed we embarked on the trek to feed our bodies. Caleb's buddy Scott and his wife asked us to join them at Napoleon House, and uh, good call y'all! It was delicious! After lots of good food, drink, and laughs, our personal tour guides showed us around the French Quarter.
|Livi's first look at the mighty Mississippi|
|not super thrilled she has to wear this dress, |
but she got lots of compliments
|Pawpaw was the evening's designate baby holder.|
After getting all pretty, we found out that there had been a little miscommunication about les enfants at the RD and that Olivia wouldn't be able to stay. I was bummed at first, but it actually worked out for the best. We went down to the restaurant for drinks, and about the time Olivia started to melt down, dinner was being seated and it was time to head back. Caleb's aunt generously got us dinner to go, so we ended up eating our delicious dinner in the room with our baby asleep next to us. It was very peaceful and kind of romantic. Definitely preferable to cajoling an expired infant into staying out even later. And we dodged foggy heads the next morning.
My only specific request for the trip was breakfast at Cafe Du'Monde, so that's where we headed Saturday morning. Grease and sugar with a side of caffeine? Please and thank you.
|on our way to breakfast|
Meanwhile back at the ranch, Mia and Nonnie were living it up at the aquarium. (I'm still not sure if she even cared we were gone.)
The rest of Saturday was pretty low key. We went to lunch at the Red Fish Grill, and then took a family nap. By the time everyone woke up, it was time to get ready for the wedding.
Loving detail #5:
When the babysitter arrived I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Since we didn't know her at all, I had had some anxiety throughout the day about leaving my baby with a total stranger. But as soon as we met Megan, we knew there was nothing to worry about. This girl was perfect. I gave her the basic instructions for Olivia and then peaced out to the wedding. Livi is such a good baby that I was expecting her to be nooooo trouble at all. Bu-ut, when we dropped in after the wedding so I could nurse and put Livi to sleep, that wasn't exactly the report we got. Megan's first words were "She was pretty hysterical." Yikes! I felt SO bad for this poor girl! And then it took me the better part of an hour to get Olivia even close to asleep. Finally at 8:00 when I was noticeably frustrated with the baby, Megan told us to leave and she'd call us if she needed us. I didn't want to torture her any more with my screaming kid, but we left because this mama needed a drink! After a drink (or 2 or 3), some dinner, a dance, and this....
|thanks to sweet Megan for making this pic possible|
Bright and early Sunday morning we hopped on the plane and boogied back to Nashvegas. Livi did great on that flight too, and she actually slept this time.
Oh yeah! God's final little nugget of love for us:
The weather was actually bearable! I was expecting 100 degrees and 100% humidity, but it was more like 90 and 90! I can handle that.