You just gotta love living down here. How many kids get three days out of school for Mardi Gras?? I don’t know the answer to that, but I do know it isn’t everyone. I also don’t know who makes the decisions about what holidays make the list, but I do know only super happy people...
to acheive this look? Jackson does. We have to drag his little dirty butt in there, and drag his little wrinkled butt out.
For the last night of their holiday, the boys dragged out the air mattresses and are camping out in the play room. Lulu’s bed is smack in the middle, and they are all snoozing while I type. Life is good.
I hope it’s okay that my pictures have absolutely no relation to what I’m about to say other than it’s about Jackson. The boys had a pretty full day. Scott took them to play golf this morning and Jackson came home with a golf ball he had colored solid black. He was so proud of...
I love going home for the Mardi Gras parade. It’s not like we are far away or anything, but I still manage to see people I haven’t seen in 15 years. Susan was in town and invited us over to her Aunt’s tent in front of the old high school. They had food, drinks and...