I thought it was about time that I posted the rest of the pictures from our time in New Orleans.
We had such a HARD time getting Luke to go to sleep at night, that we tried to not let him nap during the day. One afternoon, we lost the battle. Comfort was obviously not a concern.

On Thursday, March 11th, Luke turned 2-1/2. That day we took the boys to the Children's Museum. They both are still just a little to young, to fully enjoy all the museum has to offer, but nonetheless, I think they both had fun.

Luke driving a Fire Truck.

Luke attempting to try the Hula Hoop. Two is always better than one.

Luke working on his City Planning.

Luke and Daddy building with magnetic metal rods.

Grey, like at the zoo, always content to chew on the stroller strap.

Luke at the bubble making station... shortly after I took this photo, he slipped and fell into the pool. His shirt got pretty wet, but other than that, he was no worse for wear.

Luke NOT looking at me for a photo Op.

Luke at the helm.

Luke and Daddy captaining a tug boat.

Luke fascinated by Mr. Roger's train.

Luke visiting a swamp cabin.

Luke creating a masterpiece at the Arts & Crafts center.
Finally, we found an area fit for both boys. On the second floor, there was an area just for little people under the age of three.

Grey on the slide... with Daddy's help.

Luke the Dare Devil.

Grey enjoying a riding toy.

Grey tackling a Wire Puzzle.

Luke and Grey at the Train Table... this would become a point of contention in about ten minutes.

Grey checking out some building blocks.
As we left the toddler area, Luke had his first public temper tantrum. He wanted to take one of the trains with him, and threw an absolute fit when he was told he could not. We eventually got him downstairs, and while Marc went to the gift shop to buy him his own train, he was briefly distracted at the face painting station. Once he was done getting an LSU Tiger Paw painted on his hand, the tantrum continued. He basically whined for the "Choo-Choo" (even though he was holding his very own brand new one) for about a half hour.

Despite the little temper tantrum, the trip was a big success, and a fun day for everyone.
On Saturday, Marc's Uncle Ray and Aunt Heather offered to watch the boys so that Marc and I could have a "Date Day". We were very excited to have some time alone, but we were also glad that the boys would also get to spend the day with their PaPa Faucheux, who was staying at Ray and Heather's. We dropped the boys off in the morning and headed down to the French Quarter. We arrived late in the morning so we decided to have an early lunch. We walked to the Hilton and had lunch at Drago's Seafood. They're known for the Charbroiled Oysters, so of course we had to have some. We only ordered one dozen... we definitely should have ordered more. I'm not a huge oyster fan, but this dish was INCREDIBLE. Anything smothered in Garlic, Butter, and Parmesean Cheese can't not be delicious.
Charbroiled Oysters... YUMMMMMMMMMY!!!!!!!!!!
For other pictures I took that day, check out my Flikr account.
We ended the day with more Yummy food at one of Marc's favorite restaurants, Jacques-Imo's.
We started with an appetizer... Deep Fried Roast Beef Po'Boy... yes, I said deep fried. Then for dinner, I had Blackened Red Fish with an absolute incredibly delicious Cajun Chile Hollandaise sauce. I can definitely see why this place is Marc's favorite.

When we left the restaurant, they had set up a table for two in the back of this pick-up... So Romantic. If it hadn't been so chilly, I so would have wanted that to be our table.
On Sunday, we went to Uncle Ray and Aunt Heather's for a Barbeque. On our way there, we went to pick up Uncle Jimmy, who's actually a cousin. The boys got to swing on his swing and he showed us his garden. His tomatoes are so delicious and so wanted, that this year that's all he's growing and he's selling them. Hard to believe this man has a full wooden leg and is almost 80 years old.

The night before we left, we spent the evening with Granny, Uncle Doug, Aunt Tracy and Uncle John. It was a long and sad two weeks, but it was so nice for me and the boys to get to meet all of Marc's family.

The trip home is a whole other story all together. These last two pictures were taken shortly before the night from "HELL" began.


Lets just say, that we won't be traveling and staying in a hotel anytime soon... at least with the boys in tow.