Battling Brothers on Bourbon Street...

I took a break from behind the camera, and gave my niece her first lesson in photography.

Lesson #1: Keep shooting, no matter what. Sometimes the best shots are caught between the shots!

Case in point:

This is the face my children make when I ask them to get together for a picture...

It actually started out well...

Until Ave squeezed a little too tight...

It's all fun and games until someone gets put into a choke hold...

More pouting ensued when I yelled, "You guys are causing a scene on Bourbon Street, and that's pretty darn hard to do!"

Jack called his brother an idiot...

Strike that...a stupid idiot...

It's really hard not to laugh at a dude high on mudbugs, with a blue mohawk, verbally assaulting you...especially on Bourbon Street...

A silent threat from the little one, using his eyes as his weapon this time, rather than his tongue!

Working on total mind control at this point, I think...

Success...the little one made the big one fear him...

And he was quite proud of himself...

And, yes...on our way to the Emerald Coast, we took a detour to The Big Easy, and walked our children very quickly in the light of the day down Bourbon Street.  

I found myself saying, "Eyes forward...keep moving...fast," over and over.  

Jack said, at the end of the day when asked what he thought about Bourbon, "I saw a lot of boobs.  And a butt.  And beignets are delicious!"  

While this may have been Lily's last trip to NOLA (she hated the city...she is not her mother's child!), I don't think it'll be Jack's last.  Dude was lovin' it!