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Happy Super Bowl Sunday!

Getting the chips and dips ready.

Go. Fight. Win.

{Holden ~ September ’08}

What’s that you say?

The Chargers aren’t in this one?

Maybe next year.

Big Fat Goose Egg

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We headed to the Rose Bowl Saturday Night for the UCLA/Stanford game.

We won’t talk about the score.

The tailgating part was fun, though.

Fortunately there was a family with the cutest little boy that parked next to us…

the two became fast friends:

Three year old boys have LOTS in common.

They threw the football, kicked the soccer ball and tossed bean bags.

Holden displays his Bruin Ring Pop:

Sharing Kettle Corn:

Regardless of the score, we had a great time.

Such a gorgeous place to sit and tailgate….out on the golf course amongst the trees.

I much prefer evening games. Day games are way too toasty out in the stands.

*****

May your week kick off nicely and may you gain lots of yardage along the way!

Sometimes…..

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I just want to wake up, jump out of bed, hop in the shower, apply my make-up, dry and flat iron my hair BEFORE noon.

I don’t want to cut the crusts off the PB&J’s.

I want to go to a place where the mac n cheese has lobster or truffle oil rather than neon orange powder.

I don’t want to have a Border Collie nipping at me when I am on my way to the bathroom or to answer the phone.

I want to go to a place where the floors are free of bits and pieces of games, puzzles, doll clothes, blocks and books.

I want to listen to something in the car other than the Kidz Bop CD from last summer’s Mickey D’s Happy Meal.

I don’t want to wait 10 minutes while pajamas get picked out.

I just want to go a day without carrying around a sippy cup in my purse or with syrup or peanut butter smeared on my shirt.

I get tired of looking at dinosaur chicken with a side of ketchup on a plate night after night.

I just want to eat raw cookie dough and not care (which I just did!)

I get tired of telling a 3 year old to stop tormenting the dog.

I just want to get from Point A to Point B unhindered 56 times.

I’d like to hear an automatic “Please” after the, “I want more milk!”

I want to say what I feel, but remind myself, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”

Can you tell what kind of a week it’s been?

Looking forward to tomorrow night’s rum and diet with a squeeze of lime visit with Gramma and the Autism Speaks walk on Saturday morning at the Rose Bowl.

Sometimes…..

I need to remind myself that I have 2 happy, healthy children.