While we were home this weekend, we took a break and headed down to a Mardi Gras parade in Galveston.
It is a pretty tame children's parade that runs down the Seawall.
It is fun to see the locals ham it up.
This sheriff spent a good amount of time with his foot on the gas pedal of this trans-am. I am not sure who got a bigger kick out of it - him or the kids.
|burn rubber not weed|
There is always a fun band marching through. This time Wyatt got a one on one visit with the band leader. I honestly cannot imagine what life would look like from that angle.
|6 feet 10 inches - i had to ask|
Momma had never been to a Mardi Gras parade before. In 70 years - not one single Mardi Gras bead caught. Wow.
|no shirts lifted|
But she learned fast and made up for the years lost. She was a bead catching champion!
|protect your children|
And although the loot was slim (as pointed out by our expert kids) the good times were a plenty.
|showing the loot|
And we even took a little bit of time to sit on the Seawall and enjoy the calm water.
|this lasted about 5 whole minutes|
It was the perfect afternoon outing.
Me and Jeff.
And plastic beads.