Go Rough Riders!

Brad and I took the boys to a Rough Riders game in Frisco tonight.  Thanks for the tickets, Kelly!!!  The game didn't start until 7:00 so we knew we'd be pushing it with Knox.  He's usually in bed around 7:30.  For a little guy who rarely makes a fuss, within a few minutes of sitting down to watch the first inning, he got upset and could NOT get himself under control.  Poor baby!  We thought we had him settled down once he ate his bottle...boy, was that wishful thinking!  By the middle of the fifth inning, we were packing up and heading home. 

Despite, his little brother, Tate had a BLAST and was cheering on all the players as he devoured TWO hotdogs, some peanuts, and waaaay too much 7-Up... Maybe that was why he was having so many gas problems once we got home.  (Mommy, I tooted FOUR times in the tub!!!)

After our adventure, it feels nice to have a little down time on the couch with our sweet boys safely in their beds, dreaming of homeruns, I'm sure...

Love to y'all,
Tracy