Griffin's Summer Trip

Griffin kept busy while we were in Louisiana. He went swimming all the time- the child has no fear of water, likes going under and appears to think he's a capable swimmer. Griffin mud-painted himself in the O'Rear's front yard. The afternoon thundershowers are even better than I remember them and Griffin enjoyed plumbing the warm, wet mud and painting tribal designs on his face.


He caught up on his reading at the local mega-bookstore. They may be a depraved corporate monster, but, hey, they have a swell train table and a whole lot of Dora.


Griffin rode a gi-normous bunny with his Grammy (aka "Nami") at the illustrious Mall of Louisiana. He made his "Carousel Face" which appears to fall directly between "elated" and "about to puke."
Granny Lynn kept Griffin entertained by performing "Creepy Mousie" a record 57 times in a row.
We took Griffin to Louie's for his breakfast initiation. Cheese grits, biscuits and gravy and a deliciously dirty concoction called the Mitchell were made for us by a man some call "Big Ball Fred." You would have loved it.


Griffin used his french toast to call Sam and talk to him about Lilah. Unfortunately, Sam had turned down the ringer on his french toast and they had to catch up later via bacon texting

Grandma Cindy and Grandpa Wil made Griffin feel especially welcome in New Orleans.

Something about the situation unnerved the young lad.


The Potamus ate beignets in the Riverwalk while we waited for the Insectarium to open. Then he ate bugs at the Insectarium. Good boy.

Sure, I felt a little guilty, manipulating my son's trust and good eating habits to get him to eat toasted mealworms, but I ate several Crispy Cajun Crickets, myself. C'mon, people in many cultures consider nibbling larvae a delightful snack.


All of Griffin's NOLA Aunts and Uncles were thrilled to see him and partake of his youthful mayhem.


Eventually, he became too exuberant and tried to beat Aunt Katie with a bat. Fortunate is the boy who has four uncles, two aunts named "Kati(e)," another adoring aunt and three grandmas. It's true that Griffin is sadly short on Pop Pops, but he is still rich in relations.


Since Griffin didn't realize the gravity behind our trip home, he was able to become a gleeful, pint-sized bottle of Lexapro, bringing joy to all who encountered him. Well, everyone except maybe the lady who sat behind us on the plane.


We love you Pop Pop.