Another religious tradition that our family likes to celebrate in secular way truly has roots in my former religion, Catholicism. I previously mentioned the celebrating we did for Mardi Gras last weekend, in Soulard, but I felt that going to the Grand Parade today with the kids was a little too crazy from what I had been hearing. At least, I would feel more comfortable with another adult escort, like Chris, with us. This is Chris's on week though, so she is not available.
I had heard that Soulard on Mardi Gras was no place for kids, lest they get an early anatomy lesson. I disagree with that idea. I can not think of a better real world example to teach human anatomy to my kids. Learning through experience has always been a better way of educating than an institutionalized method, I argued. Either way, my excuse for skipping it had more to do with the sheer volume of people and traffic in the area.
Instead of going down to Soulard to watch the parade, we decided to get a king cake and some pączkis and, as we so often do with holidays and other annual events, make up our own thing.
For lunch I decided that Jupiter and I would sit in front of an episode of Hello Kitty eating the pączkis. As for Tsunami, he got a few tastes of the lemon filling from the one I was eating. He seemed to like it quite a lot. And, yes, that is a beer that I had with my lunch. Before you start dreaming up images of the 1983 bane of at-home dad's existence, Mr. Mom, this is not typical when I am alone with the kids. Mardi Gras is, for me, an exception.
For supper, maybe I will make some spaghetti and we can all share the king cake for dessert. I will need the king cake to help settle Chris's nerves when she finds out, by reading this post, that I let Jupiter eat in front of the television. This is a carnal sin according to her. I agree and also discourage it, but again, this is Mardi Gras!
I had heard that Soulard on Mardi Gras was no place for kids, lest they get an early anatomy lesson. I disagree with that idea. I can not think of a better real world example to teach human anatomy to my kids. Learning through experience has always been a better way of educating than an institutionalized method, I argued. Either way, my excuse for skipping it had more to do with the sheer volume of people and traffic in the area.
Instead of going down to Soulard to watch the parade, we decided to get a king cake and some pączkis and, as we so often do with holidays and other annual events, make up our own thing.For lunch I decided that Jupiter and I would sit in front of an episode of Hello Kitty eating the pączkis. As for Tsunami, he got a few tastes of the lemon filling from the one I was eating. He seemed to like it quite a lot. And, yes, that is a beer that I had with my lunch. Before you start dreaming up images of the 1983 bane of at-home dad's existence, Mr. Mom, this is not typical when I am alone with the kids. Mardi Gras is, for me, an exception.
For supper, maybe I will make some spaghetti and we can all share the king cake for dessert. I will need the king cake to help settle Chris's nerves when she finds out, by reading this post, that I let Jupiter eat in front of the television. This is a carnal sin according to her. I agree and also discourage it, but again, this is Mardi Gras!
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