The scouts said for us to be here at 9. We are. They won’t be ready 
for another 40 minutes. Maybe the girls should show them how to get up 
and our on time…
😉

The alarm went off at 6am, much to the displeasure of the babies. The 
scouts expect to see our hitch at 9, so it’s an early start for us. 
That’s okay… Daddy loves an early morning drive.

She’s the fastest five year-old on four wheels! How better to wrap up 
a road trip than to go go go-carton’. And, no, Zuzu didn’t really do 
the driving. She was in the experienced hands of the Drivin DaddyMom!

Dinner at the renowned (even if only by their own measure) Blue Dog 
Cafe. A fairly good meal. I’d recommend you try Randol’s instead. 
Lesson learned here: when kids ask for chicken tenders, don’t talk 
them into Shrimp and Crawdads. They may not be experts on cuisine, but 
they ARE authorities on what will pass their lips.

Their Saturday Mass is at 4. We arrived at 5:30. The place was locked 
up tight. Too bad… Built in 1824 when  the city was called 
Vermilionville, I bet it’s beautiful inside. Upon learning we couldn’t 
get in AND missed Mass, the girls said, "can we get dinner now?"