We're worn out. Glitter fills every nook and cranny of the floor. The dining room table has been turned into a mass of beads and stuffed animals. But it's all good.
Mardi Gras is a great time for us and actually not much different now that we've got Freddie. Still lots of beers and bloody marys (maybe not 60 of them over four days though, but 40 perhaps?), still Popeye's for lunch, still costuming and the hunt for the Zulu coconut.
We've had a great few days.
Charlie made sure we were well taken care of, loading up the potty and parking it in just the right spot. It does make life on the parade route much easier.
He also got our ladders, and chairs, and snacks, and drinks, and blankets to make sure we were comfy.
We made it out each night for the parades. Perfect attendance. We're serious about some parading on Bordeaux Street. Having so many parades pass on the end of the block is nice, but living 4 blocks from Napoleon where all of the parades pass is even nicer.
Thanks, Holly, for this shot!
Freddie fit right in and knew the parade day drill. He napped on cue and didn't mind being given a gentle nudge to get him up at at 'em for the evening shift of parades.
We made it through four parades on Sunday and late into the night for Bacchus. The crowd for Bacchus is always thick, but it was especially packed because everyone wanted another glimpse of our hero, Drew Brees.
Charlie *had* to have one of Drew's signature throws, a black football with a fleur de lis. He got his ball from the float although he didn't get to catch the pass from Drew.
It was cold, really, really cold on Monday but we still went out. We needed to see Coach Sean Payton. And get more beads. Duh.
Somehow we missed Sean Payton but Charlie caught an autographed football from Reggie Bush. He's pretty pleased with himself.
This morning Freddie decided to sleep in and the poor child had to be roused from his Lundi Gras slumber to get suited up for Fat Tuesday.
We made it to Zulu, secured a couple coconuts, watched Rex roll along St. Charles under the oaks, and made a beeline for some fried chicken for lunch.
Whew. If Freddie is *really* on this Mardi Gras vibe, he'll sleep until 9am tomorrow.
Happy Mardi Gras! Sweet dreams.
