Happy Birthday Papa George

We eneded a rather peaceful weekend celebrating Papa George's 90th Birthday. It was a lovely night and a treat to be a part of Papa's impressive milestone. I was touched when he went around the room and told a story or two about each person there to celebrate him. I hope that when/if I am 90 years old I have such sensitivty to detail and a mind for trivial facts. It was lovely to see him talking politics in the hallway and retreat to a quiet corner shortly thereafter to discuss the pros and cons of playing ultimate frisbee at an altitude of 11,000 feet. Wow. There is clearly something very incredible about this guy and I felt blessed to be a part of it tonight.

With GG:

Christian and I had the luxury of two nights out without the kids. Last night we had dinner with friends at Coquette and it was delicious. If you haven't been there yet, I recommend it. The food was not necessarily outstanding enough to win a seat in my top 5 NOLA retaurants, but it was solid and the ambience is very nice. I liked the exposed brick walls and the wooden floors. We all agreed, however, that the table and chairs proportions are off. The table was too low for the height of the chairs, or vice versa. It is a very nit-picky detail but one that we all noticed.

The rest of the weekend was spent in the backyard running around in the sprinkler and wading pool or inside in the AC. It was hot and the only disturbance that Bonnie brought our way was more moisture. The rain last night was unimpressive. The only reason it felt like an even slightly tropical storm was the lightning. Because it was so hot I only ventured out with the kids a few times and after just a few minutes outside they looked like this: