Super Bowl Sunday started off the right way. Restless nights, the result of pregnancy related late night bathroom trips and watching a scary movie that had me convinced I was going to be "stolen" by a devil in the middle of the night meant I needed to sleep in a bit longer Sunday morning. Off in the kitchen I could hear Rob wrestling the coffee pot and banging around cupboards. The result? Breakfast in bed! Yummo! Rob is working hard to perfect his eggs, and promises family breakfasts far into the future. So far Remi and I agree Rob's over easy eggs can't be missed, we are sure Baby T will agree.
Super Bowl Sunday also marks the end of a season, also known as the six month period we watch way too much football. Rob is a football fan, through and through.
Go Hawkeyes! Go Tigers! Go Bears! Go Huskers! Go Fantasy Team! Go Work Fantasy Team! Go, Saints! Go Valley High School Tigers! Go who ever else might be playing anywhere in the country at any time, in any conference! If he could find a Pee-Wee league to follow I have no doubt I would be encouraged to learn the stats. Luckily Matt serves as Rob's faithful and trustworthy companion from August through early February, watching, cheering, jeering, analyzing and waiting to do it all again the following week. These football fans commit to each weekend filled with delicious hot wings, pizzas, and plenty of IPA. Super Bowl Sunday is the culmination of 6 months of hard work and so as the boys watch the final game of the season Lisa and I cheer a bit louder on this day for the final END of the SEASON.
What this all means for you Baby T is simple. If you are a boy, I am certain by the age of three you will recognize by name and hometown of each member of the Hawkeye starting lineup and appreciate the nuances of a triple option offense. And Baby T if you are a girl you can count on more than one Black and Gold Cheerleading costume, but also earn an understanding of the NEED for Mommy and me Saturday afternoon manicures long before your playmates.
