NFL Week 1 - Sunday Football

Last weekend Robin and Sarah came over to watch Week 1 of NFL football . . . although this year is like no other in that "watching" football really means chase or play with my active toddler.

Sunday we had hamburgers and hot dogs and beans and Doritos (seriously healthy dinner choices, I know). We started week 3 of Shannon's "Sunday Grilling" tradition. (Tomorrow it will be brats, ribs, and stuffed zucchini).

Here are some pictures from "watching" the games in the Man Cave.

Sorry Robin, I know I was told explicitly not to post pictures of you without approval, but I loved this one too much.

Eli and Adam chilling with Sarah.

Caley is interested in Adam's crackers

RED ZONE

I love the excitement on Adam's face as Robin tells him to "stay here" while she goes to get him something from her car.

An Adam-sized Football!!

Getting the throwing motion down...

Checking Sarah and Robin's fantasy football scores (Mom's are pretty depressing so we didn't bother).

Mr. Brilliant Idea thinks that the football might fit really well in a certain hole that he sees - the one that belongs to the sub woofer.

If pictures could have sound, you would hear Shannon telling him not to stick the football in the sub woofer.

Well, Adam did stick the football in the sub woofer, and Shannon had to take it apart to get it back. Once the football was retrieved, and Adam had reclaimed his prize, he had another brilliant idea....

But he was dragged away...

Surprise face

Last year, Adam spit up on his Cowboy's onesie EVERY WEEK before the game even started. So this year we had a brilliant plan. He would wear it during the day, and since he's old enough not to spit up on everything now, we would take it off for dinner and put it back on before the game started at 7 ish.

However, Adam drank milk, then ran around, wrestled, climbed, and threw shoes at Robin while they took a "football break" and played in the other room. He came back, climbed on the couch, and promptly threw up everywhere about an hour and a half before the game started. (Later we discovered that it wasn't from running around, and that he had a little stomach bug). We had to time to wash and dry his clothes before the game, but by that time Shannon was defeated and said to save the clean clothes until next week.

PLAN FAIL.

Before this year, I remember Sunday Football watching days being much less exhausting.