Football Ramblings...

My last post was typed up while I sat in front of the Fiesta Bowl. Now, I sit in front of the BCS Championship game. I married a man who lives for football. He actually misses football in the spring and summer. Really. Like it makes him sad that there is no football to watch. And he follows it closely. All of it. College, NFL. He doesn't care. He's already talking about going to Abilene Cooper (his high school) games when we get to Abilene. If you ask Steve what his favorite holiday is, he will say Super Bowl Sunday every time. I've learned a lot more about football in the last 5 years that we've been together than I ever did before. I've come to actually enjoy a good game. I've even been known to say things like, "No, he was down" but I think my comments are usually more like, "Why do the wear those two colors together? They don't really go together." or "I hate when they wear white pants - you can see their jock-strap right through it. Yuck." or "Why does the coach look so angry - they're winning. He should smile more." You can teach a girl football, but it won't make her any less of a girl! Steve just walked down the stairs, having been up there for about 4 minutes and asked (urgently), "did anyone score?" Shrug. I dunno.

Gabby had her 15-month check-up today. She had to get 3 shots. She cried. I teared up. It sucked. But as soon as it was over and I picked her up and cuddled her, she was done. And as soon as she discovered the sticker she was given, she was happy. She is 32 1/2 inches tall, and 23 pounds, 2 ounces. She's in the 75% for her height, and 50% for her weight. She looks so chubby to me, I was surprised it wasn't the other way around. She is wearing size 24 month and some 2T clothes! Seriously. I can't believe it. Some days I just look at her and think, where did my little baby girl go? Who is this big toddler walking around? She has a few words she says now. When she sees a cat, she says kitty. Why she sees a dog, she says...kitty. She says no all the time. Mommy, Daddy, ball, More (actually, Mo - but accompanied with the sign for it, I know what she's saying), thank you (tane-two), among a few others. She still does not call Steven anything. I've been trying to get her to say Steven for months. I don't think she likes him. She's really good at her sign language, now. I haven't really taught her any more than what I need her to know - I want her to want to learn the words and not just sign everything. But she does sign more, eat, milk, all done. Steve was feeding her tonight and asked if she wanted more - she said no and shook her head, while signing more. We guessed she only mean the signing - no is her answer to EVERY question. She opened the fridge today, to get her own milk cup out. I couldn't believe it. Where the heck has the last year gone?

Steven is, as always, entertaining. He quotes Cars all the time. Randomly. So, so randomly. It's kind of strange. He's in the bath tonight and all of a sudden he yells out, "I'm not coming in behind you again, old man!" Yesterday, in the car, I had to scold him, "If you yell 'ONE CHAMPION!!' one more time, you are going to be in trouble!" He just kept yelling it over and over. Our bedtime routine consists of cuddling, prayer and a song. Lately he's been requesting "the Cars song." I have no idea what that is. Then he gets mad at me for not knowing it. But he doesn't know it, either when I ask him to teach it to me. We really have to watch what we say around him, right now. I always complain that I HATE our sliding glass back door. It is really hard to open and close and I just HATE that thing. The other day, Steven woke me up from my nap asking, "Mommy, can you open the door that you hate for me?" He's been really into typing, lately. I have a really cute video of him typing his name. But it won't upload. He leans over the keyboard, says, "where is the S...?" Then thows his fist up in victory when he finds it. Then does the same for each leter...so cute. Maybe I'll get it figured out another time.

There's still 9 minutes left in the 4th but I think I'm going to go lay down. Steve was off work today and is again tomorrow. Woo-hoo! I get to sleep in late when he's home. It is wonderful. I feel like I just cannot get enough sleep, lately.

And now you're all caught up!