New Orleans

Ok, we didn't actually take any pictures in New Orleans (oops). Flight down was uneventful, if a bit like being a human trampoline. Isabella now knows what taxi cab means, or at least she can say it. After checking in (or trying to - we were at the wrong hotel and had to go across the street) we walked down to the main square. We saw horses and carriages, and a toy store. So Isabella now has a firetruck (that's what she wanted). We went out to dinner with the Siggraph crowd at a buffet place. She did quite well at dinner (ate three plates of pasta) but couldn't fall asleep. Bill took her home and tucked her in the crib, but she wasn't quite asleep when I got in. And, of course, woke up again. Sigh. Took us an hour to get to sleep.
Bill took her to the aquarium in the morning, which I gather wasn't very big. But she seemed to enjoy herself. Bill brought her to the convention center for lunch, then back to the hotel and the babysitter. She seemed to do ok with the babysitter, Julie. Came back to find her playing with the telephone (we just unplugged it). She also really liked jumping up and down on the bed.

Took her with me to dinner Saturday night. She quite enjoyed the salt and pepper shakers, as always. Still took her awhile to go to sleep, even though she should have been tired. We did watch a bit of Winnie the Pooh (Bill ordered the DVD) before bed. And then she woke up at 6 am when I got up. Sigh. She went off with the baby sitter again ok.

We finished at noon and went back down to the beignet place before getting a taxi to the airport. She was well-entertained at the airport by a couple kids who had a little brother the same age (who was asleep). She did well on the flight back, although the guy sitting next to me was a bit miffed at having to move out of his single seat because a lady in a wheelchair needed it (said lady kept saying how happy Isabella was, and what a wonderful baby - so there). She crashed in the car ride on the way home - didn't wake up when I brought her in. I laid her down in the (very cold) crib jacket and all, and got only a whimper. Once the house warms up I'll go get her jacket off.

She decided she wanted to wear my sweatshirt - the one with the hood and the pockets. She's into hoods these days. Hoods and hats.