Back at home…and pictureless.

I took two weeks off from the blog, but only part of it was because of fatigue. We went on another trip, this time to Louisiana, in part to see Becky’s family in Baton Rouge, but mostly to go to Jazzfest in New Orleans. After changing planes in Memphis and arriving in Baton Rouge, CJ has now had bowel movements in five states. Not bad for an 11-week-old. At this rate, she’ll have defecated in every state by the age of 2. Becky may travel to Philadelphia in June…hmmm…

While I can talk about the fabulous time we had at Jazzfest, how CJ loved the crowds and the music and was, for the most part, absolutely charming, the most interesting thing was the realization that I took no pictures of her while there. Not a one. Her first big event and I couldn’t be bothered. (My friend, Rocky, did manage a few shots, though. Click here.)

Life is what happens when you put down the camera, I guess. But doesn’t 11 weeks seem like a little early for the bloom to be off the rose? For the first month, I don’t think a day went by that I didn’t take a picture of the offspring. Today, I’m not even sure the camera’s batteries are charged.