hey mister, throw me some beads

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.
Kids.
Momma.
The beach.
And plastic beads.