Go, Gators!

We are sitting in the living room dressed in our orange and blue watching the Gators! Every Saturday is reserved for this activity until the season is over. The only exception is Nick. I forgot to dress him for the game this morning--he does have a bright blue Gators t-shirt, thanks to Nidia, that should fit him for a year or two--and he has finally fallen asleep for a nap. But Erik and Xander and I are excited to watch the Gators play the Volunteers, especially since the new Vols coach mouthed off about beating the Gators. We have successfully brainwashed Xander into yelling, "Go Gators!" and doing the Orange and Blue chant with only occasional lapses to the opposite color from the one he's supposed to be saying. He is also able to yell, "Tebow!" and, "Defense!" when he hears his daddy saying these things.

Erik finally agrees with me that Nick may be teething. We try everything else and he just seems to always be working his mouth.

There was just a Chik-fil-A cow up on our big screen as one of those superimposed ads they do these days and Xander spontaneously shouted, "Go Cow!" It was sweet. He knows he was funny but he doesn't know exactly why. From here on out I'm only going to be typing things about the game, so let me stop. Until next time.