After a month in our house, unpacking box, after box, after box, after box… we were beginning to feel like caged rats. So we stuffed our car to the gills with a bunch of random stuff, as a road trip with small children requires, and headed east to Louisiana, the motherland. We visited with sweet Memaw, who cobbled together a most delicious treat from our unbearably tart blackberries. We then headed further east to Mer Rouge to visit the grands, inspect the latest corn crop, eat Country Cream ice cream, which is second only to Bluebell, and play with fireworks. This road trip was the perfect way to celebrate the Fourth of July, the grandest of all American holidays, feeling completely free and at home in the good ole U-S-A.
But coming home is nice too. No one’s bed ever comes close to being as cozy (or bouncy!) as your own.