Back Home – The Reluctant Grownup

We have fewer airline troubles coming home (I don’t think I wrote about how we had to board our flight to T&C three times – same plane – had to disembark and re-board three times.) We stayed with an Atlanta friend that night, going to get beer and pizza at his pretty awesome brewery (Slice and Pint – if you’re in Atlanta, you should try it. Next level food, really comprehensive bar list.)

Then we got up very early the next morning and headed over to Nashville to pick up the kids, before turning right around and heading out to go back to NOLA. I had to go to work the next day – all in all, that 14 hours of travel essentially wiped away any relaxation I had stored up.

Reunited with our three kings – plus the canine in the back

The next week was Jack’s birthday week. For his actual birthday night, my firm was holding a baseball game marketing event, and they gave me tickets for the whole family. So we had a fun baseball night with the boys.

Remove that sticker from his glasses at your peril

We staggered through that week – it’s so hard when you have no weekend to get you set up, but at least I’d frozen some pre-made meals, so we had something to eat. That weekend, Jack had a slumber party birthday party. We had just a few boys over, and it went smoothly. Of course, I had to bill 22 hours writing some last minute briefs, so that was chaos.

Mine. I'm no food blogger, this isn't a great pic, but it was a great pizza! — Mine. I’m no food blogger, this isn’t a great pic, but it was a great pizza!

Writing briefs in between time. THREE. Three briefs. 15 pages each. Started Friday, due Monday.

All Jack wanted for his birthday was a ouija board and one of those blow up dino costumes. So that’s what he got!

They set up a Dino-Man Lemonade stand. Sold very little. I told them $2 a glass was too steep.

While we’re here, I’ll put up a couple of more pictures. Then I’d better go make dinner! Happy Saturday!

It's cool, girl. That dead squirrel is all yours. — Saw this hawk in the middle of the city randomly while running the other day. It’s cool, girl. That dead squirrel is all yours.