After leaving the hospital for Baby Josol’s birthday we headed back to the hotel and then off to dinner. We chose a restaurant that is only a few blocks down the street. The restaurant is called the “Charter House”.

I know we have passed it many times in the past but I never realized that there was an upstairs balcony you can sit and have a meal. The location is a couple blocks away from the noisy Bourbon Street madness so you can enjoy your meal and have conversation without yelling.

Shrimp appetizer before are main meal.

My grandson is here and he’s perfect!! Both my daughter and grandson are doing fine, son-in-law did phenomenal! I won’t go into the details but this wasn’t a “easy as pie” delivery but everything worked out great! I’m so proud!

Words can’t really describe what I’m feeling. My grandson not only has my bloodlines of the fathers before me he also carries the name of “Josol” as his first. I can’t even recall anyone I know doing this with their child. I’m so thankful and grateful to both Mallory and Patrick. In my world that’s a sign of ultimate respect. I don’t take that lightly and forever will be proud every time I see my grandson Josol.