Reese and Julie: First Game

This was a big weekend for our littlest girl. It was her first ever Notre Dame football game. It’s always an exciting time of the year for us. The weather was beautiful, the entire city was overflowing with people, and optimism was high. Todd played the fight song and showed Reese the marching band on YouTube and I taught her the typical Notre Dame cheer: “Gooooo Irish. Beeeeeeat Boilermakers.” Reese was convinced that Purdue was called the Buttermakers. Reese, Julie and I got ready for the game early in the day by putting on our green shirts. Therese kept telling Todd that he still had to get ready for the game because he was wearing yellow. He tried to explain to her that his shirt said Notre Dame on it so he was in fact ready for the game. She didn’t buy that. She kept telling him that he needed to put on his green shirt. I may have encouraged her a little. Of course, by game time Todd had convinced Therese that I was the one who thought that Purdue was the Buttermakers instead of the Boilermakers, which meant that she spent much of the afternoon concerned that I might say the wrong name and constantly reminded me that they are, in fact, the Boilermakers. Thanks Todd.

We had a few friends over for the game, made chicken wings, had a few drinks, and enjoyed the win. The rest of the weekend was rather fast. Notre Dame doesn’t take Labor Day off so it wasn’t the long weekend for us that it was for everyone else. Along with the Labor Day weekend came the end of summer, and boy have we felt it around here. It feels like fall and football out. Reese, Julie and I had what may be our last picnic lunch on our front porch for a while. It’s hard – Reese LOVES being outside, but I don’t like having Julie out in the cold air yet. Todd’s been compensating for me by walking endlessly up and down our street with Reese as she rides her tricycle. Good thing she’s easy to please.

On a very exciting note, Julie slept for 7 HOURS straight last night. YAY! I was actually in bed for the entire time, too. It was beautiful. Until she pooped all over my sheets when I fed her at 5:30am. But I’ll forgive her. She can dirty up my bed anytime if she gives me 7 hours of sleep. It’s amazing how much a little sleep can lighten your mood. Of course, Julie is sleeping on the ground next to me and has been for the past 45 minutes. Maybe I should go to bed