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mardi gras mambo


little zebra enjoying mardi gras with grandpa
happy mardi gras!

this post started out as a blow-by-blow of the past weekend's mardi gras celebrations, but it started to sound like an essay titled "my summer vacation" that the teacher wouldn't even really want to read! ("and then we went to the grand canyon, and then we went to the water park, and then we ate a watermelon!")

so instead, some highlights:
  • beautiful weather for the southdowns parade saturday night, where john figured out that if waved to the folks on the floats, he got pretty much everything he wanted
  • horrible weather for the spanish town parade (that we ride in) on saturday - the parade was delayed several hours to avoid the worst of the storm. we finally rolled at 4pm and despite being rained on most of the way, krewe of the crooked crown had a fine time! (thanks to auntie p and uncle j for keeping the little bug while john's dad and mom rode in the parade!)
  • if you didn't know, the spanish town parade is a bit risque. here's john's mom in her naughty nurse costume:
    • mama's still got it!
  • oversleeping for the neighborhood parades we normally go to in new orleans on sunday - just barely made it there for john to enjoy an hour and a half of parades with his grandpa (my dad), but they made the most of it! john now knows to say "up" when he sees a float so he can go on your shoulders and beg for the best stuffed animals.

we're a tired little family, but it was a grand time ... and now here it is mardi gras day. most of baton rouge is not at work today. most of the kids are not at school. it's certainly another planet here in south louisiana, but we wouldn't change a thing.

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