Are you ready for some football?

It’s Superbowl Sunday and we’ve spent the last couple days getting our place ready for a Superbowl party. As of now, it looks like a guest list of 10 adults and 5 kids (9 kids if you count the unborn). Doesn’t sound like much, but our house isn’t THAT big. But it should be fun and I’m looking forward to it.

Of course, I’m sure it will be a late night, and normally would not be an issue except that I am working all day downtown tomorrow, so it’s an early squirrelly morning for us on Monday. I worked downtown last Friday, too. Have I mentioned it’s crazy busy down there…especially on Mondays and Fridays.

So, speaking of Friday. An accident report was filed for my kiddo at daycare. According to the report written by his teacher:

We were getting ready to go to the gym and Andrew came behind me gagging. He was trying to get something green out of his mouth. He started to vomit and was able to get a short ½ of a plastic egg out of his mouth. I cleaned his face and hands and put clean clothes on him.

By the time I picked him up, and hour had passed since the incident; they were in the gym (his favorite place) and was playing like nothing even happened. But his teacher felt horrible about it and was very apologetic (though she did nothing wrong and everything right). She said she was ready to do the Heimlich and fortunately didn’t need to. And well, frankly, the ER is like right there. I was just thankful that I found out about it AFTER the fact that he was fine….it made it easier to accept. So needless to say, he got a tub immediately after we got home.

Last night we were able to get together with the Dresslers and some of the old roomie gang for dinner. However, we now have 3 kids between us (5 kids if you count the unborn – is there something in the air here?) And of course we decided that on a Saturday evening we wanted to go out to dinner. Ha! What were we thinking? Everywhere in our city, the city with a street listed as the record holder for most restaurants per mile, is packed on the weekends. So trying to get a table for essentially 9 (for the highchairs) and no wait (you try to wait in a crowded restaurant lobby with 2 toddlers and an infant), was pretty much impossible. Yea, we ended up at Steak and Shake. Not any of our first choices, or second or even third (I could go one), but after driving the caravan of vehicles around (since we all had car seats and couldn’t ride together) we needed to stop and that was the best option at the time. And it really wasn’t too bad either. Plus we all did get some great milkshakes….so I can’t complain.

May your day be filled with good food and good football.