Mark this weekend down in history, as a similar situation may never come again.
We had absolutely nothing that we had to do.
Just two empty calendar squares.
That's boring though, so we found stuff to do.
C'mon. Like I'd let you come here and be bored. (great place for a sarcasm font)
Mid week, the weather was nice, so Riley and I met my dad and brother for a little boat ride in the Basin.
Things went south when we put the life jacket on, but he eventually calmed down a little.
He liked scaring up the ducks, but was unimpressed by the cajun architectural ingenuity.
He cooperated a little when Uncle Jake let him drive.
But really, he just wanted to push buttons on the fish finder.
He found his maritime calling when Poppy let him reach in the water, and the rest of the trip was just us holding on tight, and looking out for gators, so that he didn't disappear on us.
Thursday, we headed to my grandma's house to meet 3 of her siblings who had driven in from Michigan: Aunt Marcia, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Sandra (not pictured)
Riley looked kinda funny since a mosquito bite on his forehead was causing swelling down to his left eye, but the visit went well and everyone had fun.
Tonight though, we had dinner with everyone at Coyote Blues and Uncle Ron quickly became Riley's new best friend.
Riley stayed in a high chair for a world record duration and laughed the whole time.
When we got in the truck he kept saying "I wan see Untle Ron."
Riley keeps friend all over the country, just in case he ever needs to get away and drop off the radar.
Saturday, since "Untle Paul" and "Keh-line" were in town, we headed out to Lake Martin for a little nature hike. Granny Lynn and I handled the kids while Paul and Joan played nature photogs.
Joan tested out a new lens and got this pretty butterfly.
and this 55 gallon drum mysteriously nailed to a tree.
Riley and I were the tour guides/wildlife spotters. All of the adult gators were in hiding, but we were able to find a few babies.
Unfortunately, the most prevalent creature was all too willing to find us, which took alot away from the beautiful setting, and left plenty of marks.
Riley and Caroline celebrated the end of the hike by sharing mini Nilla Wafers and having a truck bed drum jam.
To replenish the calories burned in that hike, and then some, we headed over to Johnson's where the kids met up with their Granddad.
Riley quickly remembered the joys of playing with salt and pepper shakers, so everything was basically just a challenge for us to keep them from him.
Eventually, we gave him a purpose and assigned him to throwing away the trash.
And for the second week in a row, (this time completely randomly), he was recognized by a blog reader, Ms. Kelly.
Thanks for saying hi.
After adequate napping, Caroline came over to play and Riley showed her the joy's of one of his favorite toys, his magnets.
Then everyone headed out to Hong Kong Buffet, by the new WalMart and HD in Broussard.
I was disappointed by the selection at first, but everything I had, except the sushi, was abnormally good.
The buffet is very seafood centric, and everyone liked what they tried.
The few pieces of sushi I got were disgusting, but you can't have it all.
Riley found his niche in eating "Jello" with a fork. The "jello" tasted like garbage (as would be expected) but he loved it.
Despite liking the"jello", his favorite part was the fish pond in the front.
He could've stayed there all day.
In fact, that thought is going to lead me to give away another million dollar idea.
If the restaurant would gate off the fish pond, hire a teenager to hang out, and let parents pay $5 for their kids to hang out and look at the fish while the parents eat, you would have the most popular restaurant in town. Fortune 500 company in no time.
Just make sure no one drowns or gets stolen, and you're golden.
Hell, I may have to open up a buffet, just to give the idea a whirl.
But back to the real world, and by the real world, I mean our tendency to over eat.
(as if plate lunches followed by a buffet hadn't clued you in)
Seeing that at the other end of the shopping center housed an after dinner treat shop, we had no option but to stroll down there after our fortune cookies failed to predict massive heart attacks before age 40.
And let me just say thank you to the person who decided it would be a good idea to combine a Hershey's Ice Cream shop, with a Great American Cookie shop. You are a genius.
Likely a morbidly obese, adult onset diabetic genius, but a genius nonetheless. (and the drive-thru is just icing on the cake, err, cookie)
Riley and Caroline had fun running amok and dreaming about the contents of the cookie case.
If you're ever out that way, stop in and try the Honey Bun Ice Cream. It will melt your brain (even though it is cold)
That's about it.
but I'll throw in a Who Dat? for good measure.
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