|The kids in front of Angie's house-- the cutest little lady RJ trains|
who let us park in front of her house. Notice Ryan's bag ^... you need
something to store all your beads in!
-Jack decided he was over it after an hour and sat in his stroller eating candy, dodging flying beads;
-My ankles swelled to the size of tree trunks;
-I almost gave birth (or felt like I was going to).
Thus my reasons for not wanting to go to the Mardi Gras day parades solo.
So we walked to the levee instead.
The minute I heard all the music and people screaming I felt like the lamest New Orleaner in the world.
Who makes her child miss his first Mardi Gras DAY parade?!
But it was okay. We jammed to the music and watched the boats go by. Jack didn't know what he was missing. And if he did, he probably wouldn't have cared anyway.