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So the V-day Festivities finished up last night and i got to hang out with some cute little kiddos, one of which was a Very Cute little mixed 3 yr old who was deaf but had a hearing device that i was not familiar with. It had no hardware around his ear but the device had a little circle magnet that could pop on and off the back of his head. The magnet device was connected my a wire to some bulky hardware he wore under his shirt. He had one beautiful blue eye and one dark brown eye. He also had a sweet adorable little brother who never stopped smiling and getting into Everyones Business, if you were playing he was going to find out if he could play too. His MomS were adopting him and his brother and i was so proud of them.
While I was waiting for the bus i had a interesting New Orleans Moment. I have become so "used" to the city that none of the following events really surprised for made me skip a beat. However these nice sweet old ladies were not "used" to the city and were quite frazzled.

• The experience began with me arriving at the bus stop to find a car that had a ticket on for parking in front of a fire hydrant, that was not the interesting part though. The car had been broken into through the drivers side window which was smashed along with part of the windshield. It looked like the hubcaps had been taken but then when the "robber" found out they were cheap plastic they dropped them on the sidewalk.
• NEXT. A poor young man was recovering from some sort of drug/alcohol dependency by leaning against a newspaper box and cough, choking and moaning.
• NEXT. A homeless man was smoking and stumbling around talking to himself.
• And Last of All. A pair of women were kissing passionately against the fence.

All of this was happening literately on the same street corner as me and these poor old ladies. Well they are just gawking and decide that it is time to cross the street, but not before saying something like "oh my goodness, where are we?" On cue I say "Welcome to New Orleans". Yeay for this fun city!
Sarah and I went and got some white paint today and painted Emma's bookshelf (Sarah's Grandma Frances') and toy chest (we bought at consignment store when we lived in Rock Hill). We were very proud of ourselves.