A Proud Parenting Moment

My friend, Catherine, posted some lovely pictures of her family enjoying Fall. Though it continues to be miserably and unseasonably hot here (86 today and 90 tomorrow), we are doing our best to get in the spirit of Autumn. We took a family hiking trip this morning at a local state park, and Calvin and Hobbes loved being outside. My mountain girl heart was happy, too. But here is what made me even happier.

On the way home, we stopped for a late lunch and a peek in a really fun toy store. We kept talking about needing to get home for mommy's football game. That's right, I am the sports fan in the family. When we got in the car, Hobbes kept yelling for "baw" (I can't do justice to his adorable Southern drawl combined with a lack of final consonants), and we finally turned the radio to a football broadcast. I thought he was asleep when I pulled in the driveway, but as soon as the van stopped, I heard another "baw" from the backseat. We set him on the driveway, and he went racing toward the door.

Though it was naptime, I decided to rock him a bit while we watched the beginning of the game. After our first touchdown, I put him in his crib, and immediately after I shut the door, I heard pitiful cries of "bawwww...bawwww...." coming from his room. I gave in and brought him back out. We rocked and watched my team doing well, for once, and his "baw"'s became more and more feeble as he drifted off to sleep to the sounds of our fight song. Nothing could make this Southern football fanatic mommy happier than putting her babe to sleep to the beautiful sound of helmet-on-helmet. Now if only my team will make me as happy...