Baby's First Super Bowl

...was also one my drunkest. Thank God there were plenty of other loving hands around to pick up the slack. Turns out he thought the game was as boring as I would have if I hadn't been drinking. At a mere .9 months, he's almost walking and has certainly twice as much energy as I do and half as much of an attention span. It's actually very fun, even though I still can't wear dark clothes around his slobbery cry hole. It's a good time to be an Aunt.