Saturday was the Carnevale parade in our neighborhood. Somehow in eight years, I'd never attended it, but then again, I never had a kid. Thus I didn't "get the memo" on not wearing my nice coat, nice boots and suede purse to the festivities. I knew there would be confetti and silly string but I didn't realize to what extent. Within minutes of walking out my door, someone had opened up my bag and filled it with confetti. And that person was - the local priest! Isn't Carnevale a more pagan party held before Lent? Like the last hurrah before you have to atone for your sins? I'm still not up on my Catholic holidays.
In any case, Dylan had more fun this time. He enjoyed picking each individual piece of confetti out of his stroller one by one. If it wasn't so messy, I'd keep some around the house because it kept him occupied for quite a while. When I got home, I had confetti, silly string and shaving cream all over me. I even had confetti in my bra. I will know better for next time...
Dylan before he got into the swing of throwing confetti
Trying to rid his stroller of debris
One of the floats, which was shooting silly string and confetti
Dylan and Luana
Dylan before he got into the swing of throwing confetti
Trying to rid his stroller of debris
One of the floats, which was shooting silly string and confetti
Dylan and Luana
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