Southern Livin’ (and kind of a weekend recap)

I was driving down a familiar road in town the other day and thinking how after almost two years here, there are still days that I’m surprised at the fact that we live in southern Louisiana.  But as I looked up to the sky and saw the broad oak branches stretching over me I thought of how it has become home.

I know that the winter is very short.  I swoon at the blooming azaleas in Spring.  I live at the pool from early May until its closing after Labor day.  And my sweat ducts are over activated for nearly six months, until that first cool front sometime in October/November.  Not to mention I fight off the mosquitoes almost all year long.

Our friends here are some of the most genuine and authentic people I’ve ever known.  And as Tim and I like to say, no matter where we go, there will always be some Cajun in us.

I think about how much has gone on in our lives just since the hot and humid summer day when I first walked into this house, full of boxes with my sixth-month pregnant belly leading the way.

Baby K’s birth and well, her whole life so far!

The B Man starting Kindergarten, losing teeth, learning to read and growing into a full-on kid, no longer a little boy.

Little G moving into a big boy bed, potty-training and being his big brother’s shadow and number one admirer.

Plus, Tim and I have learned to eat boiled crawfish. By the pounds.

Not to mention an overnight trip to New Orleans to visit with and meet bloggers attending a conference (Mom 2.0 Summit) isn’t out of the question. And, asking a friend in town to ride along and only taking one picture while there, isn’t either.

And thankfully a Sunday afternoon Easter Egg hunt on a beautiful Spring day rounds out the weekend.

Yep, this admitted Southern girl had a busy one.  And she wouldn’t have it any other way…