Troopers!

If there was ever any doubt, there is none left! Our kids are TROOPERS! We went to Clemson for the football game (TCU, we lost 14-10). We had a class at the zoo, so got there just in time to tailgate a short while, then I took John over to watch the band march down toward the field. He's been looking forward to the game all week. He's still not crazy about crowds or loud noises, so I held him through the "parade", and he was nervous, but he loved it! Police cars, cheerleaders, the tiger (he did NOT want to give him a high 5), the band...tubas and drums, an old race car, and the Clemson song. He thought it was all so cool. I think his favorite came when the fans were following down the hill, though. I was pointing out the crazy orange wigs and such, and he said "look, Mom, kitty cat pants". I saw a lady with leopard print pants. You like those? I asked and he said YES! I wish she had heard. It was hilarious.

So, we went to the game. John and Eve both loved the beginning...especially the balloons. We were in the upper deck, and fortunately Eve (not at all true to her nature) sat calmly in my lap. It so steep up there. I would've been a basket case if she was walking around. John enjoyed most of the first half, then started getting a little antsy. We heard the Clemson song enough for him to learn to spell Clemson (I'm so proud!), and he did really well cheering "Go defense" "Go Parker" ( the QB). We walked around and got supper at half time, and came back into the stadium to find the rain had started. It got heavier and heavier, and was pretty chilly, but the kids still did great. A few plays into the 4th quarter we started to feel like bad parents, so we walked back to the car with our drenched and shivering kids and put some dry clothes on them under a gas station overhang. They were both out by the time we got home. What a fun fun day. They were such troopers and had such a great time. Gotta start them off young, right? I actually was talking to a man that said he started bringing his son when his was 3 or 4, and he's a junior now. He was impressed when I told him John came to his first tailgate at 9 days old!