Another Labour Day, and yet another first day of school for ¾ of our household. It was also Nathalie’s first day back at work since before we left for New Orleans, so a big day in the Carr household for sure. The girls got to meet their new teachers, and although the teaching assignments did not work out for the little one, quite as she had originally hoped, in the end and after some discussion, everyone is happy with the arrangements.

On the 21 hour trip home, locked in the car with all my girls, there is bound to be a couple of conversations, worthy of using in my closing. I will save the Big Jim’s Boobie Bungalow billboard for another post, but this conversation happened within the first couple of hours. Nathalie was talking about how all the girls have some how ended up with colds and laughed when she told them, “Don’t worry about it I will give it to daddy!” and almost together, the girls responded with a resounding “NO”. Nathalie asked, “Why?” and Julia said, “Who will take care of us then?” Well, thanks Julia, I always do my best to take care of my girls!

There are lots of signs around that make it VERY clear we are not at home. The people are great, so that is the same. It is hot here so I guess that is close to what we have been dealing with at home, and the humidity is only a little less then at home, so it is NOT the weather. No, the big difference between here and home has got to be the sounds. There is music playing, just about everywhere we go in New Orleans. The girls call it the “creepy music” in the hotel lobby, playing from an old player piano, and there is old school jazz playing in the elevator, and more music in the hallways, and this is JUST in the hotel.