Lil Bit did not have a good night last night. Mom was out of town too, so it was on me to take care of her, while balancing the others as well. I'm home with her right now, just in case. She probably could have gone in today, but I wasn't sure, and didn't see the point in taking her in just to turn around and have to pick her up again if my concerns were true.
If Iask her how she's feeling, she's good - unless she senses I'm up to something. Then she'll screw her face up and say "I feewing bad again" and hold her tummy.
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Little Man tickled me a while back. He was working on homework (he had to find different shapes in the paper and magazines) and was having trouble finding one shape. He eventually called me in and announced in an excited voice that he had found the shape he needed. He then held up an ad with a very curvy underwear model to show me that he had indeed found a triangle. He never did figure out why his mom said he couldn't use that one.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Happy Mardi Gras!
Hope you're having a good day, even if it is just Tuesday here. Sweet Pea wore a Mardi Gras shirt to school and Little Man wore a NOLA shirt in honor of the day. Lil Bit is just playing with some beads and stuffed animals she got from last week's parades.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
(tap tap) Is this thing on?
I'm just starting to recover from our trip to New Orleans last weekend for the first weekend of Mardi Gras and the Saints' first Super Bowl game. I've always said that, if the Saints ever made it, I'd spend Super Bowl weekend back at home.
We made it down in time for back-to-back parades Saturday morning, the second of which normally runs on Sunday (they decided to move up a day for some reason, can't imagine why). Things were a bit more subdued than normal; everyone was in a Black & Gold stupor, even the people on the floats. My favorite part of the first one was when a float went by with an empty spot where a rider should be. A sign saying "Gone to Miami!" was hanging at that spot. Steven Seagal was in the second parade, and there was a camera there. Sweet Pea and I may end up on his TV show (my wife said the camera zoomed in on us while we were at the float).
Sweet Pea wasn't feeling good that night, so mom took her and Lil Bit to the hotel. We tried to convince them to come out, but they wouldn't. They should have; a friend invited us to a prime spot and we cleaned up.
My old church decided there was no point in having service Sunday night, so they held a Super Bowl party instead. Large screen, large crowd (some of which I grew up with), lots of food and inflatables for the kids. Everybody was in the mood for the game; Sweet Pea and Little Man had been listening to and singing Saints songs for weeks, and even Lil Bit was saying "Who Dat say gonna beat them Saints - not Santa Claus!"
Needless to say, there was lots of celebrating going on when the game ended. Someone popped in a CD of Saints songs and we all began second-lining around the church. I'll never forget the look on my kids' faces - they didn't know what was going on, but they thought it was cool.
One of the local sporting goods places opened after the game to sell championship apparel. We went, and so did thousands of others. It turned into a huge victory parade and party, with singing, dancing, hugging and hollering. It took me 2 1/2 hours to get into the store, but it was well worth it for the atmosphere.
Here's a picture my wife took near the end (but not at the end) of the line. If you look, you can see the back of the store in the distance.
Who Dat.
We made it down in time for back-to-back parades Saturday morning, the second of which normally runs on Sunday (they decided to move up a day for some reason, can't imagine why). Things were a bit more subdued than normal; everyone was in a Black & Gold stupor, even the people on the floats. My favorite part of the first one was when a float went by with an empty spot where a rider should be. A sign saying "Gone to Miami!" was hanging at that spot. Steven Seagal was in the second parade, and there was a camera there. Sweet Pea and I may end up on his TV show (my wife said the camera zoomed in on us while we were at the float).
Sweet Pea wasn't feeling good that night, so mom took her and Lil Bit to the hotel. We tried to convince them to come out, but they wouldn't. They should have; a friend invited us to a prime spot and we cleaned up.
My old church decided there was no point in having service Sunday night, so they held a Super Bowl party instead. Large screen, large crowd (some of which I grew up with), lots of food and inflatables for the kids. Everybody was in the mood for the game; Sweet Pea and Little Man had been listening to and singing Saints songs for weeks, and even Lil Bit was saying "Who Dat say gonna beat them Saints - not Santa Claus!"
Needless to say, there was lots of celebrating going on when the game ended. Someone popped in a CD of Saints songs and we all began second-lining around the church. I'll never forget the look on my kids' faces - they didn't know what was going on, but they thought it was cool.
One of the local sporting goods places opened after the game to sell championship apparel. We went, and so did thousands of others. It turned into a huge victory parade and party, with singing, dancing, hugging and hollering. It took me 2 1/2 hours to get into the store, but it was well worth it for the atmosphere.
Here's a picture my wife took near the end (but not at the end) of the line. If you look, you can see the back of the store in the distance.
Who Dat.
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