Al has been bothering me, all over me, won’t let up about the blog. I’ll admit, it’s completely my fault. I’ve neglected the blog, but there’s a reason; there are plenty of reasons. Work, more work, sick kids, holidays, etc… But the main reason is inspiration. I’ve had no muse…until now.
If that’s not enough to move you, I don’t know what is. Except maybe this.
Seriously, I can’t stop. What does this have to do with anything? And who are these people? Same questions my parents were asking when the girls said we were going to the best parade ever.
The Chuy’s Parade, a regular tradition for our family the last several years, but a first for Nana and Papa.
One thing that amazed me was MK’s reaction. She has this, thing…shall we call it, when it comes to dress up characters. And by thing I mean she buries her head and/or runs screaming. Yet when this comes down the street…
It’s all smiles. Maybe I truly am doing my best at raising a Geek Girl. And on a similar note, I think I’m in love.
Seriously, what 9 year old boy that saw Return of the Jedi didn’t fall in love with Princess Leia? Nostalgia, that’s all I’m saying. Nostalgia. That’s the only reason for the 47 pictures I took. Help me out here, people, I know Al’s reading this.
After the Chuy’s parade, there’s only place to go from there…South. South Congress. MK insisted on introducing PaPa to the wonders of Hey Cupcake.
When you’re tearing into the Red Velvet deluxe, you quickly learn the power of wipes.
From there it was on to some people watching, second hand smoking some lettuce while watching a bluegrass string quartet, and witnessing Nana single-handedly take down a turquoise street vendor. Good times.
Of course, to do all this properly, you’ve got to do it in style.
No problem for my ladies.
