I'm pretty sure I have the cutest kids in Mississippi.
My husband's not too shabby, either.
Can you see Ava Joy's head?
On the 17th, we attended Mal's St. Paddy's Parade in Jackson. When people described the parade as "the Mardi Gras of Mississippi" I had no idea they meant it would be such a loud, crazy, alcohol-infused, bead-flinging time! I mean, I've never been to Mardi Gras, but I definitely think this is a good comparison.
Oh, and by the way, my girls are never going to Mardi Gras. That one up there tried to climb between the retainers to grab beads that hadn't quite reached the crowds. And Abigail? She kissed a parader's cheek for a string of beads!
Like I said: No Mardi Gras for THEM!!! Who knows what they would do there for beads!
Despite the loud craziness and a few welts on JA's face from some
drunken over-exuberant bead-throwers, a good time was had by all most some, and these days, that might be the best we can hope for in this family!
Some of the highlights of this very strange parade (did I mention that the parade had basically nothing to do with St. Patrick's Day? And that a parade-goer next to me actually asked who St. Patrick was?)
Our very own officer camped out in front of our "spot." He was kind enough to grab beads out of the road for all the kids in the front. But don't act like he was happy about it:)
The single most "Irish" part of the parade. Most of the floats featured football, beer, hunting/guns and very LOUD music (apparently, the theme of the parade was "What I Like About the South").
Oh, and this:
Yeah, I'm stumped by that one, too:)