I had plenty of opportunities over the past few days to snap some pictures of James and Luz. With my camera on the fritz and a squirmy 14 month old this task was absolutely impossible. It would stand to reason that after about 50 shots I could come up with at least one that worked. Instead, I got these:
Luz, c'mon, I am not taking you to prison...and where did James' eyes go:
Any chance you guys could stand together, just for a second:
James, 100 jellybeans later, and Christian's lower body, ugh:
We had an excellent three days of r and r in Thibodaux. I didn't get as much rest as I had planned but I managed to relax a little whenever I wasn't busy trying to stop James from doing tricks on his four-wheeler and emptying beer bottles.
Christian and I are both starting to be concerned that James is going to grow up to be the guy that smashes beer cans on his forehead at parties; you know the one, he always has a good time.
It was painful to pack up and head back to NOLA this evening and so hard to believe that the weekend is over already.