First, I must mention that our event today at A Woman's Work in Houston was a complete success! Sandra was a wonderful host and considering the fact she's been in business for 18 years, she's doing everything right! What is normally her slow day became a flurry of business and activity as we constantly had moms to introduce to BabyLegs or thank for being so loyal to our product. It's so wonderful to hear feedback from moms that really don't know what they'd do without their sweet BabyLegs. A mom actually introduced Sandy to the product and unfortunately showed up 10 minutes after we left. We took Sandy and her lovely husband to dinner and had wonderful conversations about kayaking, fly-fishing, and our government. Thank you for everything to you, Sandy, and your hard-working staff!!

I must also thank Nick with the utmost gratitude for our crazy evening with Leslie and the Ly's! I can't wait to post the pics!! I appreciate the insider's glimpse into Houston! We never would have found all of these great dinner/nightlife/breakfast spots!
I last left you with our experience in Defuniak Springs, FL... we cross from Florida in to Alabama and then to Mississippi where we stopped in Biloxi for the most incredible lunch I think I've ever had at the Ole Biloxi Schooner. Biloxi was established in 1699!!! It was wonderful to know we were in such a historic town, but found it disheartening and extremely sobering to learn of and see the devastation, first-hand, of Katrina's wake.
We heard of a lunch spot that my friend, Chris, found on the net and in our attempt to find the location, spotted the hidden jewel of the Ole Biloxi Schooner. We found a parking spot and bellied up to the lunch counter next to a couple of kind locals. Spring stared down our lunch neighbor's Turtle pie he enjoyed pre-lunch, inspiring the offer and purchased dessert we enjoyed post-lunch. The menu was full of fascinating and appetizing options for a couple of "Yankees". I asked how we could be Yankees if we were from the West... I often received blank stares and a seemingly strong determination to refer to anyone outside of the South as such. It kind of became enduring as we traveled through places littered with billboards advertising Civil War reenactments.
After realizing how hungry we were from the road, we ordered fried okra, gumbo, potato salad, and crawfish etoufee. We realized how much food we ordered and stopped the production on the crawfish mystery dish. The gumbo was out of this world and actually sausage free! The servers had wonderfully thick accents and ended up LOVING BabyLegs they swore they'd share with their friends.
Sitting next to Scott and Tommy who work for the Parks Dept of the City of Biloxi was extremely educational. Scott moved back to Biloxi from Naples, FL "After the Storm" to help family and friends literally pull their lives out of the mud. He was a kind and shy person who's Turtle Pie generosity will forever be appreciated. Tommy, with a wife and four children, lived through the storm thanks to an exodus to Mobile, Alabama. He returned to find his home completely destroyed and the entire city in war-zone ruins. He joined the demolition and clean-up crews with with which he worked 18 hour days for 2 1/2 months until he uncovered his 6th body the age of his own son. He now works for the city fixing pipes for the water department. Their buddy, Lance, showed up to present us with a Barq's root beer bottle from the 40's they dug up on the job. Tommy and Lance told us about staff infections and boils from which they suffered after having to crawl around in the infected waters Katrina stirred up. Although they've successfully maintained beautiful senses of humor, we sensed an extremely hesitant optimism due to the fact the problems since the storm are still so present. We didn't realize how present they were until we drove down I-90, along the waterfront, to see for ourselves. Where one could imagine a flourishing area of resorts, fancy homes, and restaurants, there now stood destroyed buildings, concrete foundations, broken signs, palm trees snapped in half, for sale signs, weather-gutted hotels, and very few rebuilds. The resorts starting anew seemed to be built from steel and concrete leaving very little opportunity for natural disaster to disrupt the structure. I snapped photos from the window knowing how much time I truly wanted to spend capturing the voice of a city hidden in the shadow of New Orleans. The connector we took to head back toward I-10 exposed us to less (once) affluent areas of town where FEMA set up horribly small white trailers for temporary living solutions. We imagined families living in these things, unable to afford the opportunity to start fresh. No home and health insurance is a common burden. Scott revealed that he pays $1600 a year for normal home insurance, not including the enforced flood insurance. Very few people are able to pay this in these areas further inspiring a poverty downward spiral. The scene was devastating. Shame on the news and the government for ignoring the ever present travesty in Biloxi and small towns along the Gulf.

The thought-provoking experience left us dumbfounded and curious to explore more. We drove through the most amazing swamp land and bayous that I could have ever imagined. The intensity of the green was comforting and the sound of the birds made us realize that the aviary life of the South must be the happiest in the country. The songs were varied and clear and those we spotted were poised and their lives, plentiful. The bird's songs renewed our optimism.

It's late and I have plenty more stories to tell. I'll check back in when we're in Dallas. My computer is completely full of viruses I'm attempting to expel and the photo upload isn't working because of that fact. So much to share!

~erinn













































