Just don't call it a blog

My sister has set up site for posting pictures of Esme and occasionally she posts a few words. She is not a big fan of blogs or the word itself even, so just think of it as her picture posting website with date stamps or something. Whatever you want to call it, I don't care, just go give it a look.

3 down, 2 to go

Ever since we moved back to New Orleans the people around the corner have been fixing up this house on Magazine. It's kind of an odd house in that it's fairly large and seemingly nice but its smack dab in the middle of a commercial part of Magazine. Anyway, they've finally done enough work on it for it to start looking nice and they decorated it a bit for Mardi Gras. It's one of the highlights of the walk to the coffee shop.


OK. It's likely going to be a horrible movie, but since it brings back joyous childhood memories, I may just have to see it. On a related note, we were at the theater to see Frost/Nixon. I highly recommend it.


Mom and Melissa, this is the glider the Barattinis have for Waveland.

How do they do it?

Yesterday I went over to my sister's to baby-sit Esmé. She really is cute.


One thing I noticed though, it's amazingly hard to get any computer work done while she's awake. She's wasn't much for just hanging out in the crib or the bear seat while I was there. Some stuff I could do while holding her with one hand and using the computer with the other, but typing was out. I don't know how you stay at home types do it. Thankfully from a getting things down perspective, she took about a half an hour nap.

Decisions, Decisions

I noticed a few guys wearing hats in today's inauguration broadcast. Then Melissa tells me she read hats are coming back. This makes me happy. I've always wanted to wear hats, and I'm not talking of the baseball variety. Of course since I'm way too self-conscious to just say fashion be damned and wear them anyway, the only hats I own are golf hats and the one German hat. I'm thinking either something Key Westy to go with the linen on those oh so common hot and humid New Orleans days or something more Bogarty to go with the trench coat. Hmmm.