Mardi Gras

I concede that my last entry was the epitome of lazy. I can claim that the pictures told their own unique tale, but the truth is I was feeling too uncreative and blah to add my usual sparky narration. In all fairness, I admit the blogging has taken on a few new challenges. For starters, little Bronwen is crawling around everywhere. She excels at arm/leg coordination--she is Jimmie Johnson of crawling (that is for you, Jess). In fact whenever she scoots around the floor, I envision the two flaming tire marks from Back to the Future. She is going 88 mph all over the house, and the the Flux Capacitor of her De Lorean is working overtime.

Therefore, she has upped the ante and started pulling up on things. On all things. Couches, bookshelves, my legs, just about no household item is sacred. If I am working on an entry here in the office, little B is no doubt getting into mischief under the guise of "developmental milestones." She is pulling my books off the shelves, pulling up on the floor lamps, and finding other interesting ways of making my blood pressure skyrocket. So I apologize now, my readers, for the brief entries to come, for I am unable to write much when I am worried about tumbles, falls, spills, and more! Oh, add to that the newfound separation anxiety, and it makes for interesting days indeed.

That said, here are some pictures from the Mardi Gras parade we attended this past weekend. My wonderful friend Jessica flew in from places exotic to visit and celebrate the demise of my 20s. We attended the Mardi Paws parade--Krewe de Mutts or something like that. Basically people dress up their dogs in humiliating ways and show them off. Fun times! Here, I blink as Bronwen and the pimped out chihuahua mug for the camera.
TJ has his three favorite "B" things--Bronwen, Beer, and Beads.
Bronwen just hung out in her stroller--taking in the sights. Never fear, she lifted not her onesie for the beads!