Superbowl Sunday

I am happy to report that we have such good friends that when at 5:30 (over halfway through the game) I asked which teams were playing, and which colors were which, no one in the room batted an eye, made a disparaging remark, sighed heavily, or told me to be quiet.

But I'm jumping ahead.

The day started with our Sunday shopping expedition to the farmer's market. In order to distract Samuel from bouncing off the walls while Shira finished her morning nap, I suggested we ride to the market. Samuel instantly made a beeline for the front door in order to prepare the bikes.By the time we reached the market, I had already forgotten that today was the Superbowl, until our local dairyfarmers/cheesemakers asked if the 5.5 lb block of jalapeno cheddar (dubbed "spicy cheese" by Samuel) that we had requested they bring for us this week was for a Superbowl party. I sheepishly responded that no, the three of us (no cheese for Shira yet!) is perfectly capable of eating 5.5 lbs of raw cheese before it goes bad all on our own, without sharing.

I'd say as a tally of our family members, Steve watched the vast majority of the game, with Samuel and Shira coming in a very distant 2nd and 3rd. I can't recall watching any of the game at all. I'd call that a successful afternoon for me :)

Clearly the company was excellent:
Mason graciously shared his toysAnd a big thank you to our hosts, Becky and Gil, two of our favorite people