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mardi gras mambo

it's john's first mardi gras, and the festivities kick into high gear this weekend ... he went to his first parade last weekend, but we have another one tonight, he'll visit with his auntie while daddy and i ride in a parade tomorrow, then we'll all head to new orleans with grandpa on sunday for another parade or three. john loves the to-do - so much to watch, so many people to love on him, he's in hog heaven!

(mommy and daddy get a few extra beads, too, i'm pretty sure - after all, you might be able to resist the grownups but who can resist that cute kiddo riding on my shoulders, huh?)

the bad news: our whole family is down with the cold that seems to be plaguing 2/3 of baton rouge right now. i actually stayed home from work yesterday - a rare occurrance - and slept all day in an effort to heal. john's been stuffy and coughing for days, and daddy woke up this morning feeling icky, too. here's to hoping it doesn't put a damper on our mardi gras ...

so look for ridiculously adorable mardi gras baby pics sometime early next week ... and if you're going to the spanish town parade tomorrow, look for the krewe of the crooked crown float  - that's where john's mom and dad will be!

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