In the Land Where a Dropped Pacifier Means Life or Death

Oh how we learn. But, we are gluttons for punishment aren't we? According to the Daddy person (not assigning blame...he's just more [ahem] OPTIMISTIC than I am) Baby J. would be FINE, JUST FINE at his first Alabama football game. Because, and I quote, "I will HOLD HIM. He'll be FINE, JUST FINE."

Famous last words, my friend.

OK, so I exaggerate but only a little. We did want our football friends to meet the little guy and he did sleep through the first half of the game stretched out across my lap like a limp, wet dish towel. But then, as soon as the gloriousness of sleep ensued...it ended. Just about the time the Million Dollar band piped up with what I think may have been a tribute to Queen or Bohemian Rhapsody or something.

I then spent the entire third and fourth quarter with my youngest down on the sidewalk that separates the stands from the field. It wasn't all bad. In fact, I gained an entirely different new appreciation for people watching at my post in front of section HH and plenty of folks stopped to coo at my handsome lil' guy.

Bama did win their game and we were back on the road headed to Nashville--firm in the knowledge (at least I am!) that Baby J. has seen his last football game for oh, I'd say the next 5 years. :) But, of course, I did catch some pretty cute pictures of the boyz at the ballgame.

Enjoy!