This Is the Year They Are Going to Win!

And kick off… And another football season has begun!  And mark my words (DH’s words), This is the year they are going to make it to the Superbowl!  Big words from someone whose team has stunk it up for so long.  But it’s possible that with all the stars aligned just right and the new horrible Sunday Night football opening that this could be the year that they do make it far.  I think Superbowl is pushing it, but…Sorry, I am completely distracted by the new Sunday Night football opening. It’s just awful!  YUCK. Getting back to my thoughts.  I think getting to the Superbowl is pushing it, but we are all hopeful that this year they will make it.

DH is singing, We Got High Hopes right now.  So let’s see if tomorrow we will be crying or cheering!  And it’s the first season when we are watching it in HD.  The players are practically on your lap and I can see they beads of sweat.

On a baby sidebar, outside of the fact that today she was running around like a maniac, possibly related to the cold and rainy weather, and she refused to take a nap.  After fighting with her for an hour and half, I gave up and let her come with me to watch Monsters, Inc.  also known as Mointer (putting her little fists up and doing a Roa! very intensely.)  Her new fascination is to drink water out of our glass or bottle of water.  Well, DH had a glass of ice water, and as soon as he took it off the table to take a sip, O who was sitting on the couch next to him, asks for Wate, Wate.  No, O, it has ice it.  He puts the glass to his lips to drink, and O comes in from the left and sticks her little face in his glass.  It was so funny, that DH started choking on the water. I was on the phone and couldn’t stop laughing for a good 10 minutes.  She was super determined to get a sip of that water….

Happy Football Sunday of the season!


About RidgewoodMom

Thirtysomething mom of a baby girl. First and only baby, possibly. First baby amongst my close friends. These are the trials, frustrations and lessons I have learned in raising a single child in New York.
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