Football Fever

Antonio watched the Seattle Seahawks on television for the first time tonight. He was all decked out in the new outfit that Daddy's friends Matt and Tessa bought for him. He looked great, and he was ready for action, but he was just a bit fussy. Maybe he knew more than the rest of us?

Fittingly, just twenty minutes after the 'Hawks finished pooping all over Soldier Field, Antonio finished pooping all over his new clothes. I'm worried about next week when the Huskies take on USC. It could get ugly.

Luckily, Dad will be home to watch that game with him. He's back from the excursion to Tucson where he watched both his alma maters (alma mati?) play football. Luckily, the team he still roots for beat the team he never had a rooting interest in, and he got to spend time with his friends happy for the victory.

But he wasn't all that happy, because he was away from little Antonio and Antonio's Mommy. They were both in good hands, as Grandma and Grandpa were helping out again this weekend.

I know Daddy is happy to be home, and I think Antonio and Mommy are glad to have Daddy home. Now Daddy promises to never, ever leave Antonio and Mommy alone again. (Until he heads back to LA for work, that is.)