Between the two of us, Seth and I have been to some wild Super Bowl parties.
This year's was no less so, but involved significantly fewer adult beverages and a whole lot more brownies, diapers, and crayons on other people's walls.
The highlight for Finley was feeding the Nichols' dog dinner, one kernel of food at a time.
For Ford it was getting to ride along on my second trip to the grocery store for football game food ingredients, along with everybody else on post. (Finley's usually my commissary buddy.) Ol' blue eyes was a real hit with the other shoppers.
The kids made it through the first quarter, and Seth and I finished the game at the neighbors' after we wrestled a hopped-up-on-brownies Finley into bed. (The baby monitor reaches next door, in what it is one of the only perks of zero privacy post housing.)
Super Bowl Sunday paled in comparison, of course, to the highlight of Finley and Ford's weekends: hanging out with the Ryans.
We went to a charity event (Bartenders Against Brain Tumors) at one of our favorite restaurants Saturday (where Ford tried to get into Dad's Guiness and Finley and Mikayla dragged us all outside to freeze)
and then retired to Casa Ryan for chicken wings
movie time
princess dress-up
and whatever is going on here.
Although my favorite photos of the week are from Sunday morning. Finley scrambled eggs
while Ford got into the spinach dip.
Oh yeah, and the death trap duck reappeared.
And now it's hard to believe, but football (and recruiting) season is over. I'd wonder what we were going to do with all that free time, except that Seth's AOC has a weeklong exercise coming up. It's always something (but there is never a dull moment!)
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