(Be sure to scroll down - I have two posts about the superbowl)
Cooper and Nick - goofing off on the chair.
He looks like he is four.
We left the Morris' toward the end of the game, and then I put the boys down while Colin went down the street to another party. By the time I got them in their pjs, read them each a book, and cleaned up the peepee (Jackson missed the toilet), I came downstairs to see Brees holding his little baby and celebrating. So, I missed the last 30 minutes. Oh well, I was so happy that they won. And, when I tucked Jackson in and turned off the light, he giggled, and shouted, "who dat!"
When Colin got back he came bringing red beans and rice with deer sausage (YUM) and some festive Saints necklaces for us.
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