We try to pack a few trips into each year so the boys can experience some of the finer things in life. This year’s trip was planned to coincide with a volleyball tournament for their cousin, which meant that we got to spend lots of time with the family while we were on our vacation. Luckily enough, the tournament took place in a city that’s filled with all kinds of memories and delicious food. Buckle up, this is going to be a long one.
We began with a long, long car trip that got us most of the way there, with plans to make the final stretch in the morning. Before we knew it, we were trying to find our way through what seemed to be about a hundred volleyball courts.
I managed to convince everyone that a trip to Mother’s would be a good idea, and after what seemed to be an exceedingly long walk and a bit of a wait in line, we were ready to enjoy our first of many meals.
After another round of games, we decided it was time to get another round of authentic New Orleans tourist culture in…
After that, we waited for a while for a streetcar to take us back to the general vicinity of our hotels. We were all so full from our late lunch and beignets that we didn’t even bother with dinner. Instead, we all settled in for the night so we could start back up again bright and early.
The volleyball tournament seemed to understand that siblings and relatives might not want to sit around watching games all day. As such, they had some activities set up for those bored kids to partake in.
When they weren’t doing that, for the most part they were doing exactly what you’d expect them to be doing.
The rest of day two went about the same as day one. Lots of food, lots of volleyball, lots of kids playing on electronics. We went out of our way after lunch time to pick up some local sweets from my favorite bakery. Those came in handy later when we wanted to entice people to come visit us at our hotel for some play time in the pool.
Day three brought with it an opportunity to finally get a photo I’d been trying to take since we first arrived at the tournament.
This was the last day of the tournament, so we wrapped things up with a nice big family photo.
With the tournament drawing to a close, we had some time in the afternoon to kill. We decided to try and get the boys to take a nap so they wouldn’t be quite so difficult in the afternoon. Unfortunately, about five minutes after getting them settled in we realized that our afternoon activity was on a different schedule than we’d anticipated. So we roused everyone, rushed out the door, and got everyone down to the riverside.
The boys enjoyed running around looking at various things on shore, and I enjoyed running around taking random photos.
We noticed that one of the other riverboats was passing by, so I urgently demanded that the kids run up to the back of the boat.
One of the kids (Max, I believe) asked if they could take a picture of us, so I obliged.
Problem is, he thinks it’s funny to just leave the shutter button pressed so it keeps snapping away.
After the boat ride we decided to do a little more wandering down in the French Quarter. Cindy wanted to walk up to Bourbon so we could snap a quick photo. We walked about a block, decided the kids had learned enough, and headed back to some safer spaces.
We wound up in an art gallery where the kids saw some paintings of Pete the Cat, one of their favorite book characters.
After we’d secured our wall decor, we decided it was time to grab some dinner. The kids had been dealing with our (okay, mostly my) wacky demands for specific places so we let them have something we knew they’d enjoy.
After that we walked around letting the kids find souvenirs and tried to settle in for the night, since we had to drive to our secondary vacation spot in the morning (more on that in the next post). We had a little extra time in the morning, though, so we decided to go visit my aunt Dolly before we headed out.
Dolly has recently chosen to add some chickens to her backyard. The boys were very intrigued by this, and my cousin Jenny was more than happy to take them out to go see them. When they left, I mentioned that Owen would probably happily look at and maybe poke at the chickens a little, but holding them was probably out of the question.
We had a nice lunch (thanks again, Dolly!) and hung out a little longer before we decided it was time to move along. But not before the boys had a chance to treat the whole place like their own personal petting zoo.
It was a nice little break before the drive, which brought us to our next stop. We’ll cover that next time, though, since this has clearly turned into a novel. If you want to check out the rest of the photos from New Orleans, click here. Otherwise we’ll see you next time!