>Mardi Gras!

19 Feb

>You may be saying, “Hey, Kate, aren’t you closing on a house in 4 days? Shouldn’t you be packing and not updating the blog that’s lucky to get two updates a month TWICE in one night?” Yes, I should. At the prospect of packing, I have suddenly been bitten by the blogging bug. Go figure.

On Saturday, we went to the local Mardi Gras parade. It was really cold, I won’t lie, and as we were standing there, waiting for the parade to start, Sam informed me that I would be repaying everyone for the rest of the day. Luckily, we ALL ended up having a great time, even Captain Party Pooper.

Afterwards, we went to our new house where a friend from church who’s a contractor came and checked out a few things for us (since 2 electricians and 2 roofers didn’t show up last week). Then we came home and watched E.T. (because Clark’s preschool teacher, who was on a float, threw Meredith a stuffed E.T. and we had to show her that he wasn’t terrifying). We didn’t think she was paying attention, but in the final moments, as E.T.’s ship was flying out of the sky, Meredith burst into hysterical, inconsolable tears.

It was cold. Clark was not super keen on being at the parade at all.

Also not super keen about touching his sister in a way that didn’t involve hitting, poking, or otherwise provoking.

Meredith was loving it.

Clark was not.
“Wave at me? I’ll wave back!” I think she thought the parade was for her. In exchange for her cuteness and enthusiasm, we got LOTS of good stuff this year and no one had to expose their breasts.

Not the Burger King. But I see the resemblance.

This float was surprisingly withholding. We did get a black plastic cup from them, though.

This float, on the other hand, threw us more than we knew what to do with. Dancing alligators must inspire good will or something, but we got, like, three stuffed animals and a whole bunch of Moon Pies. Too bad we all discovered we don’t like Moon Pies. It did not stop us from yelling for them. “Banana Moon Pie!!! Over here!!!”

After the Twinkie float came through, Sam said we could go. I also don’t like Twinkies, but we got some…

We’re just packing. Cleaning. De-junking. It’s therapeutic and exhausting and I wish Monday would just be here and all my boxes would be packed.


5 Responses to “>Mardi Gras!”

  1. teeny February 19, 2010 at 10:57 am #

    >it's already mardi gra? we had such a good time last year. you guys must have really turned on the charm this year to get all the stuff. nice glasses kids! too cute! i still use the cup i got last year ad the cousins play with all the necklaces. love

  2. About Ours Good One Home February 19, 2010 at 3:59 pm #

    >What! A parade sometime other than the 4th of July and Homecoming? Can you do that? I wish I were there, I'd help you pack. Or at least entertain you or your children while you packed. Happy moving!

  3. Kim February 22, 2010 at 2:08 am #

    >Wow, I've never been to a parade where they throw food before! lol. It was tooooooo dang cold for us this year, so we watched the parades on TV…sooo not the same.

  4. Kate @ Our Best Bites February 22, 2010 at 4:14 am #

    >Kim–I have a friend who grew up in New Orleans and she was telling me the other day that not only is there a St. Patrick's Day parade, but that they throw whole cabbages and potatoes!! Oh, and apparently there's a St. Joseph's parade and they throw some kind of bread that's red, white, and brown. Too funny!!

  5. D.I.M. Incorporated February 25, 2010 at 6:50 am #

    >Your kids are so stinkin cute! And Meredith has pigtails! When did she get so big! Congrats on the house! I'm so excited for you! (even though I wish you were moving back to Utah!) *grumble grumble* Love you!

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