E-A-G-L-E-S Eagles

We are big Philadelphia Eagles fans around here. Daddy kicked the whole thing off (has been a fan all his life), getting me into the Eagles back in '97 when they won two games the whole season. Then they drafted Donovan McNabb, I got my #5 jersey, and the rest was history. When we were kidless, we went to sports bars every Sunday to watch them play. After one year of that with baby Squash, we signed up for DirecTV's Sunday Ticket and ever since, have been able to watch all the games at home. Now that we have DVR too, the Eagles don't even rule our Sundays time-wise the way they used to (though Dad would still prefer to watch them live so that we don't endure the CONSTANT! RISK! that someone will mention the score).

And mention the score to us, people would, because Lord knows we dress to support our team. This picture was taken of our three kiddos on Monday before school. This is how they all represented since the Eagles were playing the Redskins that night on Monday Night Football.

My little offensive lineman (the back of his shirt says "I never had a choice except to be an Eagles fan"):



And of course, our resident cheerleader:

Moving and Shaking

Less than a month ago, the Truck was not even crawling. Then, he crawled. And a few days later, he pulled up. And now? All he wants to do is push furniture around. He is growing up so fast!

Ohsaycanyousee

Tomorrow is Veteran's Day.

It is also the second grade music program. I cannot wait to attend and see the Squash belt out his patriotic best. He has performed the national anthem for me a couple times and let's just say he inherited his mom and dad's musical genes. Which are sparse.

But I am so very glad that I get to attend this program! I was on bed rest for the first grade music program (in fact, you might argue that my participation in making scenery for the first grade program was part of what landed me on bed rest, but I digress), and I didn't get to go. Not only was I not there for the singing, but I also missed Noodle face-planting in the parking lot later, gushing blood, and having to be rushed back inside (against the flow of outgoing people-traffic) to be cleaned up. OK, I'm less sad about missing that.

Tooth!

I knew it was coming... two nights in a row, Truck was up A LOT, which is not like him. And this evening, I checked and sure enough, there was one sharp little nubbin coming through his bottom gum.

First tooth! He's one day past 7 months.

His big brother got his first tooth at 6 months. At his 6 month checkup, to be precise, when the doctor asked us, does he have any teeth yet? We said no (happy clueless first time parents; and yes we were both at the checkup). Then the doctor checked him out and said, um, guess what? This baby has a tooth!

Noodle got her first tooth at 8 months. I still remember how it was August, and miserable hot hot hot. We went for frozen custard that night and let her chew on the spoon (and taste some vanilla yumminess).

It's going to be awhile til you can actually SEE the tooth, but trust me, I felt it, it's there! Milestone for our little Truck-o!

Election Day

Though it's no 2008, I always love election day.

The first election I voted in after having kids was when we were living in California in 2003. It was the recall election of Gov. Gray Davis. This was the one where Gary Coleman was a candidate? Crazy stuff. Arnold Schwarzenegger was elected. We voted, no joke, in someone's garage.

And here's a picture of me and Noodle from October 2008, watching Obama speak at a campaign event in Kansas City. We decided not to brave the crowds and instead to watch it from my office window.