We woke up Sunday morning to the most incredible weather so Christian, La Luz and I decided to check out the last day of Jazz Fest 2008. It was incredibly expensive, crowded, muddy, and there was an overwhelming aroma of manure, but it was worth every inconvenience to watch La Luz's eyes light up when she heard the first few notes of Jockamo, this time courtesy of the Wild Magnolias. Is five minutes of pure joy worth $200 and the scent of manure? You bet.
Listening to the Wild Magnolias on daddy's shoulders:
Taking a break before the Neville Brothers shut the place down:
Sharing a snowball with mama:
Braving the manure and mud:
Yes, there was a wardrobe change in there somewhere. La Luz spilled strawberry lemonade on her shirt and, lately, has become very fastidious about her general appearance.