The Big Guy rode in his first Mardi Gras parade tonight. It's a New Orleans rite of passage, I think.
Do you have any idea how many beads he had to have to throw? Me neither, but I'm going to guestimate 5 million, and most of those we reused from other parades/friends. I enlisted the help of visiting British relatives to sort and detangle appx. 3 million of them (the rest I did by myself on my living room floor last week watching DVRed movies)
Here is a mere piddling of the beads we sorted. And some stuffed animals.
After helping to load all the stuff onto the float this morning (in the SNOW, I kid you not. Brr.... Snow and Mardi Gras are not supposed to be uttered in the same sentence. Ever) we got a family picture on the float.
It was about this time that I realized that the reason that The May Queen was so sullen even though she was dying to get on the float earlier is because she has a newly developed fear of heights. This will make Disney interesting next week.
By parade time, the fear was gone and The May Queen was pretty excited. Good thing we knew where to find Daddy, because with the mask, we had friends who knew where he was and still couldn't find him!
It was cold, but awfully fun.