Mardi Gras: Stuber Style

So not really knowing much about Mardi Gras (yes, I had to ask around how to spell it), being gifted Mardi Gras parade give-aways perplexed me a bit. I think Fat Tuesday was the day we should have done this, but sickness seemed to zap that plan. Oh well, the Thursday evening celebration was just as good.

While everyone else ran outside to enjoy nice weather after daycare, Nicholas stayed in and discovered the treasure, which he promptly claimed as his own.

And aren't you suppossed to have a maple-glazed spare rib dinner outside or something like that to celebrate?

And then just spread out all over the yard to eat? Perhaps smash some potatoes onto all of your playthings?

And then Nicholas' world came crashing down when he learned he had to share. So he started stuffing things in his pockets as fast as he could.

The ladies on the other hand were delighted.

And then we went to bed and Nicholas, who had filled his purse with his jewels, had a melt down because his mean mother wouldn't let him take choking hazzards to bed with him. And I tucked that purse away thinking it would be a good thing to drag out again in the future. Ah Nicholas. The first thing he asked for with a tear in his eye this morning was where his purse went.