Little Red Birds

Isn’t she freakin’ cute?  I got to spend an hour with her and her mom and dad yesterday while we did her 6 month shoot. I swear, it’s a good thing I can’t have babies anymore.  Well, I could, but I would have some explaining to Shaun if I did.

Today is Superbowl Sunday.  It’s a day of lounging on the couch and stuffing your face full of greasy food and yelling at the TV.  Okay, that is pretty much every night at our house.
I grew up to hate the Steelers because my aunt and uncle loved them and what fun was football if there wasn’t a rivalry between homes?  Out of all the years of watching them, I grew to secretly love them though.  Then the greatest thing happened to them… *angels singing* Ben Roethlisberger, my no-helmet-wearing-cute-idiot!  Shaun and I watched the drafts when he was picked up…way late in the drafts (tenth??) because it was the year of Eli Manning (?). Shaun liked him and I liked the look of that big ol’ football playing teddy bear.  Reow. Throw that ball! reow! Run tight buns, RUN! Sorry…getting a little carried away. Trying to erase the dream I had this morning where I was romantically linked with Rick James.

Today they play the Cardinals. The team that has nothing to offer the eye, except a little red bird that reminds me of Christmas.
BUT, I am going to root for the little tweeters because my brother in law, Kevin, is a fan.  Always has been. For as long as I can remember, his home has been decorated with those little red birds.  So for the love of my brother in law, I will avert my eyes when Big Ben is manhandling the football today and try not imagine….no…I won’t even think of what I will try not imagine.

GO CARDINALS.  you little red bird you.