Nana and Pops

We had a great visit with Nana and Pops-- including some nice Mexican food!

 There were a few football games on the tv at the restaurant. Nana taught the baby to say "TACKLE"-- so guess who's a football fan now!

Number One!

The 'Noles were unbelievable last night!!!

Before the game started, we had a "movie night" where we ate pizza in front of the TV and watched Pingu (a truly bizarre Netflix recommendation). The little guy cracked up the entire show.

After the kids went to bed, Eric and I stayed up way too late watching the 'Noles nail-biter. Yikes! The little guy came downstairs for the end of the game (what a game!!). It's exciting that he's becoming old enough to really enjoy things with us-- it's a fun new stage of parenting.

Sunday, Sunday...

The kids did this at the playground for a while without hurting each other (a miracle!).

We also snuggled and watched the Noles whup on Nevada.

Cowboys?

Eric is a Cowboys fan (booooo!), and he is working on making the little dude one, too. So far so good (or terrible, if you ask me).
The little guy was doing that all during last night's game. Hilarious!

Football, Part Deux

A couple weeks ago we blogged about the Stinker wanting to play football all the time.  It really wears me out with all the falling and getting back up.  Doesn't he know I'm getting too old for this.  I only have limited stores of athletics left.  They have to last me for the whole year and I try to save as much of them as possible for summer softball.

Anyway, here is a video of Australian Booger rules football.



Speaking of football, this is hilarious.

Tackle or Tickle?

If there was confusion between tackling and tickling on the field, football games might be even MORE entertaining!

Ah, Football

I didn't take a single photo this weekend, so here's an older one of him in a tub. 

The little booger and his dad spent a good amount of time playing (and watching) football this weekend. The booger's rules are: touch the ground; throw the ball; and tackle somebody. After Eric got tired of playing, I offered to play catch with the football-- no tackling mommy. The little stinkpot looked at me and said "But Mommy, that's what football players do!" So we didn't play. What a stinker!

Yikes!

The little booger is not only dressing himself now, he's picking out his own clothes. Yesterday he wore his dinosaur pajama top underneath a clashing short-sleeved shirt to daycare because "it's a little chilly outside... not a big chilly, just a little chilly." Tonight he changed into this to toss a football around the yard:

Usually his choices are pretty wacky, but this was spot-on. Look at him!

Spring Football!

It was an absolutely gorgeous day, so we went outside to toss a football around before dinner.

He's pretty good at throwing, but his catching could use a little work. We've got time...

Football and Dance?

The little booger continues to love watching football. He sat down on the couch this evening, turned on the TV, and asked me to find some football. Luckily it's bowl season. We're going to have to record a game to have through the off-season.

In unrelated goings-on, the little stinker has been attending Kindermusic classes at daycare for a while now. We get a copy of their cd every month so that we can listen to the music at home (and he can keep learning or whatever). Anyway, he busted out these moves last night. I laughed so hard I cried.

It's too bad he's a little camera-shy.

What a Man!

The little guy stayed home from church this morning (our final germ precaution). Instead, he spent the morning without pants-- watching football and reading a Jeep catalog.

Go Cinnamon Rolls!

The little guy has a future as a sports announcer (or at least a color commentator). When he watches football he always says "Whoa! They run SO FAST!!! Hahahahaha... they fall down." Wouldn't he be a great addition to ESPN?

Little Man

The little booger and I were home alone this evening. Here he is coloring before dinner.

After dinner he asked for Elmo's ducks and then football. Luckily I'd recorded FSU's game from Saturday, so we watched some of the first quarter. The little guy says "They run so FAST!!" during every play and then laughs and says "They fall down!" at the end.

Football!

The poor little guy is thoroughly confused. He spent his Saturday wandering around alternating between "Go Seminoles! Fight team, fight!" and "Go Vols!" and "Let's gooooo Mountaineers!" To the untrained ear, it sounds more like "Go cinnamon rolls! Fuh-fuh-fuh!" and "Let go my ears!" He's got "Go Vols!" down pat. Anyway, here he is enjoying a corn muffin in front of the TV (a football season treat).

I just wish our teams played as enthusiastically as the little dude.

Wahoo!

Go Seminoles! Today was an AMAZING day for the 'Noles. The little dude and I proudly wore our garnet and gold.

The little guy was super-cuddly during the game today. Here are the three boys (well, man, boy, male dog) snuggling on the couch:

And here's the little guy being really sweet with the beagle:

He's wearing a jacket because he kept taking his pants off, but it's cold! It's way too cold to wear a t-shirt and a diaper, so he wore a t-shirt, jacket, and diaper.

Watching some football, chillin' like a villain

We were watching two football games (FSU and Tennessee played at the same time!) during his dinner-time today (hooray for picture-in-picture), so he got to eat his cheese-toast on the couch.

He was cracking me up-- all slouched over and leaning on the remotes.  Just give the kid some potato chips and a beer and he'll look like any other college football fan.

Are you ready for some football?

My Seminoles weren't ready to play their game (I don't really want to talk about it), but the little guy was ready to watch it.

He's getting pretty handy with the remote control, too. 

Please ignore the clutter... I was halfway through rearranging some furniture when the game started.  The little dude managed to zoom in using the cable remote, leading to my inability to see the score at the bottom of the screen for almost the whole second quarter while I tried to figure out what he did. Of course, not seeing the score might have been an improvement on my viewing experience, so maybe he was trying to help? *sigh*