Too cold for the parade in the park, so the kids’ donned their class-made costumes and home-brought throws to an indoor audience. Paul made Will’s parade (bonus: live band); I made Kate’s (bonus: singing by Kate’s class).
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Thaw before reheating.
{ 2010 02 15 }
Too cold for the parade in the park, so the kids’ donned their class-made costumes and home-brought throws to an indoor audience. Paul made Will’s parade (bonus: live band); I made Kate’s (bonus: singing by Kate’s class).
Posted by holly on Monday, February 15th, 2010, at 6:06 pm, and filed under Family Life in NOLA, Mi Familia.
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You know the story, right? International health... work all over the place... drag my kids around in sacks through villages in Central America... yadda yadda. I decided to go for another degree, so in 2004 we moved to New Orleans with no intention of staying. Then Katrina. And then *blink*blink* New Orleans is a completely different place and we just can't leave. Suddenly I'm on TV talking about immigrants and health and Paul is starting a company. Or two. His side is high-tech, mine is community health and our lives are yearly evacuation, regular celebrations, and nonstop work here, there, and everywhere. Our door is always open. I only ask that if you decide to go ahead and make yourself that mint julep, you make one for me, too.
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Michelle | 16-Feb-10 at 7:49 am | Permalink
Very cute! We missed ours, because the girl came home sick the day before. It’s always a treat though!
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