NOLA

Whew. We just returned from a grueling weekend of house-hunting in New Orleans. We must have looked at over 25 places--the historic, the slanted, the crumbling, the too expensive, and the downright appalling. Luckily, we ended up landing a terrific little rental house that was head and shoulders above the rest. It'll have a guest room waiting for you all to come visit (subtle hint hint).

Elio was a trooper through it all. For the most part, he was a patient little guy as we drove up and down just about every street in Uptown New Orleans, looking for "for rent" signs.

The best part of the trip was staying with our friends Edie and Justin. Elio got to play with their son, Mose, who is super adorable and who was kind enough to share his toys.


After a long, sweaty day of apartment hunting, a drink by the pool is very refreshing.





The kitchen in the house we rented! So beautiful!


Elio in the New Orleans airport. The arty-80s sculpture only looks like it's going to topple on him.


One more thing: Pasta. How does this stuff work?