Touchdown

Well, it's no secret I don't like football. But, when your kid wants to play football...and tells you, "Mom, I love football!", and gets up at 5am to do his homework so he can get good grades to stay on the team...it's kinda hard not to change my mind about the sport.

That, and the fact that seeing your baby run like all get out and make...not one...but two touchdowns...it's enough to make me cry (well, I did cry). Wasn't I just changing a million diapers yesterday?

So, yes, I am living vicariously through Erik these days.

Go, Irish!