check that... make that any given Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, or Sunday. During the months of August, September, and October our lives consist of football, football, and more football. No, really I'm serious. Our entire Saturdays are built around football games or for lack of a better term cheerleading games. P.J. plays starting right tackle on our local Junior PeeWee Pop Warner team. Julia cheers for the same team, just at the Mighty Might level. They practice a total of 5 days a week and play 2 games on Saturdays. Thank God for my GPS. There is NO way I could navigate from point A (home) to point B (Julia's game), to point C (Bubba's game). All the while managing at least a couple of other kids, 2 chairs, a camera bag, a diaper bag, and fully stocked cooler. You'd think that with this being our fourth year in the Pop Warner Saints family, I'd remember just how much I really don't enjoy Bubba's games. I mean I really do, but the games are just so darn stressful. But, I am besides myself with pride. P.J. had to move "up" to the Junioer PeeWee level because of his size. So, this year was to be a building year. That is, he would practice and just play the minimunm plays all the while waiting for "next year" to get some actual quality game time. Much to ALL of our surprise, he started game #3 due to some rotating of players due to an injury on the line. Lo and behold, he's started every game since. Proud of my not so little guy. Most of the competition doesn't even have 9 year olds, let alone starting ones.
Suffer through some football snapshots and then I'll share some scrappiness...

He's #48...
Daddy at the Packers/Redskins game. We manned the couch...