And yet, upon arriving home tonight, I found my son in this...
Sporting Roethlisberger's number, watching the game with Dad.
Apparently it is never too early to get them started.
Just don't tell Grandpa Flint.
Mason has learned to say "Mama" and "Dada".
"Niners" is next.
Sporting Roethlisberger's number, watching the game with Dad.
Apparently it is never too early to get them started.
Just don't tell Grandpa Flint.
Mason has learned to say "Mama" and "Dada".
"Niners" is next.
Hahhaha man why would you want to teach our son about failure. = niners
ReplyDeleteYay, that is sooo exciting! Fun, fun, fun. I love it.
ReplyDeleteHA!!! I see he survived the day. Was he force-fed chocolate by any chance?
ReplyDeleteHe did survive, sans-chocolate. Not even a single inappropriate " passed-out baby surrounded by beer cans" or "sleeping baby with a cigarette in the mouth" picture! (At least that I'm aware of...)
ReplyDeleteLook how great Chloe turned out despite those things though! :)
Yay for Football! We are huge Niners fans here :)
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