Sunday, February 22, 2009

Carnival Time

It felt like a really busy week around here, so, for my own ease, I'll take this week's post in chronological order. (shocking!)

Monday through Thursday--- nothing happened

Friday, he got to go to a parade with Nonnie, Poppy and Uncle Eli while Mom and Dad went to Baton Rouge with Granny Lynn for a Cirque Du Soleil show.

We left Lafayette at 3:30 for a 5:30 reservation at Tsunami atop the Shaw Center, and, between Mardi Gras traffic and a couple of wrecks, it took us two and a half hours to get to BR.
We had to get Paul and Liz to order our food so that we could make it to the 7:30 show on time.

Once we got there though, it was all worth it.
Thanks to Aunt Connie's quick clicking purchasing finger, we had front row seats on the floor.


When we were getting Riley dressed before we left, he showed us his best jean model pose/white boy dance moves.

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Saturday morning, Mommy had a massage scheduled, but Daddy had to go to Firestone to get a tire fixed. Since our usual ride was relaxing to tranquil nature sounds at Riverspa, he and I walked to my parents' house after picking up some Chik-fil-a.

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I know peanut allergies are all the rage, and all the cool kids have 'em, but since he was able to successfully eat nuggets and hash browns fried in peanut oil, I guess he's just going to be a nerd like his parents.

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(Though he doesn't look like me anymore, his love of lemonade proves that he is undoubtedly my son.)

After eating, he treated us to his four note piano concerto, which he found rather impressive.

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On the way back to the truck, he fell asleep and stayed asleep even while we crossed a fairly busy Ambassador Caffery Parkway, thus barring him from ever claiming to be a light sleeper.

Just a few hours later, we met up with Paul, Liz, Caroline and Joan's parents for lunch at Johnson's. Riley had his usual ounce or two of pulled pork while Caroline destroyed chicken, boudin balls, some sausage and tasso sauce piquante poboy and almost a whole serving of bread pudding.

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I think Riley was concerned with how much she ate, so he tried to gag her.
Either that or he's the world's worst bulimic.

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When no one was looking, he became dissatisfied with walking and decided to take up the previously unnamed sport of "porch rail climbing." Uncle Eli would be proud.

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After lunch he proved to be entirely disinterested in the children's parade, but Mommy got got a chance to start learning how to use our new (to us) Digital SLR, a process which Liz helped to document.

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Now that we've got that fancy rig, you'll hopefully see some better pics around here.

After the parade, we all headed over to Cypress Lake for some more photo lessons.
(yeah we have a swamp on our campus, with native alligators and huge fish. No multi-million dollar tiger cages for us. We keeps it realz.)

For a while, Riley tried to play dead, but forgot to close his eyes.

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So, to get him energized, I made him think I was throwing him in, just a few yards from a 6 foot gator.

He, of course, found that to be hilarious.

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Once he was all shook up, we were able to get a couple of cute pics of him and Caroline. (she's five weeks older, for all the noobs)

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Then he quickly reverted to his usual goober-self.

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We really need to teach him how to give age/relation appropriate kisses so as not to reinforce negative southern stereotypes.

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That's probably the end of our Mardi Gras-ing till next year.
Though my job is great,I do work for a huge corporation based in Indiana, and we don't have Mardi Gras off.
For some reason, when you've got to burn a vacation day to be off, it just doesn't seem worth it.

To cap off his day, we returned home where, with a little assistance, he pushed Caroline around on his train.

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Now the weekly randoms:

As a general statement, he's walking alot more now and staring to walk between objects, not just people. He hasn't had a real fall yet, but I know it's coming.

Confident that he had mastered walking, he tried to drive Nonnie's Jeep, but didn't get far without the keys.

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Nonetheless, I have no doubt that he could drive better than half the population of this town, even without being able to reach the pedals.

Meal time has turned into playtime when his cup cap is around. But when it's not around, mealtime has turned into jaws wired shut time.

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He doesn't look very good in a tiara, which I am thankful for.

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and he and Jimmy are becoming much better friends.

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Before I click "publish post" I want to give a little heads up to anyone ever traveling through Lake Charles with a kid.

along the lakefront and next to the Civic Center parking lot (on Kirby Street) is an awesome looking wooden park that I think is dubbed Millennium Park. It's very easy to get to from I-10.

if any Lafayetters remember the "castle park" that was at Ascension Day School then St Barnabas, it is like that but 4 times the size and way cooler.

We're definitely going to check it out once he's old enough.

Have a safe Mardi Gras. (and by that I mean, don't spill your drink)

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