As some of you may remember, I had to sit out the last college game.
I promised Julien that I would get tickets to a game in Tuscaloosa when Monkey was a little older.
If there was an emergency, we could make it back from Tuscaloosa in just over an hour, so I felt okay with leaving Monkey for a good old southern Saturday night!
It's okay, because I have Bama Blood coursing through my veins, but I can just as easily put on some orange and blue and make my husband happy (just so long as I'm not anywhere near my brother).
So this time, Monkey had to sit out the game.
Maybe in a few years she can go with us.
My sweet Monkey is the best cheerleader you will ever meet in your life!
It all comes from being hauled from one ball park to the next starting at eight weeks of age! 
Behold, Chris's "grass cutting" "Alabama" shirt.
Behold, Chris's "grass cutting" "Alabama" shirt. He allowed an Alabama shirt to touch his skin out of the goodness of his heart.
He reminded me that it changed absolutely nothing.
Picture of a very packed stadium - blurry via blackberry
It's okay. We can talk about the goofy look on my face. I know it. You know it. The picture was taken on our blackberry from a mere 12 inches from our faces...what'd you expect? It all comes down to that precious memory with my baby boy caught in a lovely digital format.
Picture of a very packed stadium - blurry via blackberryIt's okay. We can talk about the goofy look on my face. I know it. You know it. The picture was taken on our blackberry from a mere 12 inches from our faces...what'd you expect? It all comes down to that precious memory with my baby boy caught in a lovely digital format. 
