Football, Baby!

When Babs’ due date was approaching this past February, I watched the Superbowl thinking that the next time I watch a football game, I’ll have a baby in my arms.

When Brett Favre retired four years ago, I remember thinking that my unborn kids will never get to see him play (I actually never thought this…just helps the story).

Last night was a magical night when all of the stars aligned. Babs watched her first football game, and Brett Favre was playing (not necessarily well, and with more grays than ever).

Now, one of the tough things about a six month old, is that they don’t like to sit still for long. I didn’t think I would really be able to watch any of the game.

Then something happened. I put Babs up on my shoulders (only the second time I’ve done this), and she stayed there, watching the game for over a half hour.

Usually Babs only stays that still if she is drinking a cold one (milk), while watching her favorite sport (Baby Genuis video series), and relaxing on her couch (baby swing).

Now that I think about it, she may have a crush on Superbowl MVP Drew Brees. She let out a “coo” when he took the field.

By the time the game ended, Babs was fast asleep. When I kissed her goodnight, I think she may have been dreaming about Drew Brees. She was Drew-ling, and enjoying the Breeze from the fan.

Then I heard her say, “Brett Favre could be my great-grandpa.”

Happy Football Season. Happy Baby.