So on today’s adventure list, we met up with Laura and Bailey to enjoy some poboys at Mother’s in the CBD (the one NOLA place I’m embarrassed to never have sampled!) and then head down the street to the Louisiana Children’s Museum, now that Holland is old enough to actually play around and enjoy the exhibits.
We found great parking spots (!!!) and went to Mother’s, where there was only a short line outside. I personally thought the heat and humidity were lovely, but the people leaning against the baked bricks fanning themselves with anything handy might not have agreed. After being teased by the amazing smells each time the door opened for 15 minutes or so, we got in and found a table. I’d been looking forward to a Ferdi Special (ham, roast beef, debris) for weeks. More waiting, more anticipation, and it showed up at the table. It was a complete disappointment. I didn’t even need to use my napkin. Not once. However, the bowls of crawfish etouffee floating around looked divine, so a return trip may be necessary. That, and Bailey’s catfish poboy was quite tasty – also worth a trip back!
On to the museum after a brief stop at the Italian plaza and fountain on Tchopitoulas. It was a brief detour because my sweet little Petite Rouge had missed her nap by this time and wanted no part of splashing around with Bailey. This caused a great deal of nervousness about the museum excursion, but we soldiered on.
Once we got there and Holland got a glimpse of all the cool stuff, she forgot all about being tired and was nonstop for the next two and a half hours. The bottom floor has a bubble room, some fitness experiments, a “safety rules” area, and a pulley corner where Bailey and I discovered that we can lift 500 pounds! Upstairs was infinitely cooler. There was a mini NOLA village with a shotgun house, a Creole cottage, an eco-friendly model of a post-Katrina house, and a build-your-own-gallery house, all kid-sized. Also in miniature, the Port of New Orleans, complete with cargo barges and cruise ship, and a Cajun exhibit with a cottage and pirogue!
We left the museum with a very tired little girl and jogged through a typical NOLA summer storm (super bad over about four square blocks with sun everywhere else) back to the car. We were barely out of downtown when Holland passed out in the car seat, and she snoozed all the way back to Oma’s. A little more napping, some pasta, and The Incredibles and our day was done!