Monday the 6th. We had a bear of a time getting Ben to take his nap Saturday afternoon. He finally fell asleep sometime before 2pm, then surprised us by sleeping for over fourteen hours without waking. Jackson and I tried and tried to wake the little guy up because we were supposed to pick Amy up from work. We eventually realized that he was just too tired and gave up. Amy borrowed a car and came home thinking that I just hadn't tried hard enough. But she soon discovered what Jackson and I had, Ben just wasn't going to get out of bed. We must be getting the hang of this parenting thing though, because we actually had enough sense to go to bed really early and for one of us to sleep with Ben just in case he woke up in the middle of the night or was sick. When he finally woke up after 4am he was throwing up. He continued to alternate between sleeping and getting sick for the next four hours, but felt better and better as the day went on and by the afternoon had made a full recovery from whatever was going on with him.
I asked Amy to make those delicious chicken nuggets breaded in sour cream and onion potato chips for the Super Bowl. She did, plus about a zillion other wonderful things. It seemed crazy that I would be the only one to get to enjoy everything Amy had cooked, so I called our friends from across town to see if they could join us for a pre-game snack-fest. We had a lot of fun and ate a LOT of food. It was then time to settle in for the game. When I was eleven, my favorite football team, the Pittsburgh Steelers, had won four of the last six Super Bowls. No one could have convinced me then that I would be a thirty-six year old man when they won their next Super Bowl. But here I am, thirty-six, celebrating Pittsburgh's fifth Super Bowl. I was very happy with the game last night and only hope that I'm not seventy-one when they win number six! I also cracked open a 1997 Iron City beer commemorating Hall of Fame Steeler Iron Mike Webster that I had been saving for an occasion like this. Not surprisingly it tasted exactly like you would think a can of beer would taste after being stored in a hot cabinet for nine years. I didn't make it past the first sip, but it was the thought that counted. Luckily I had plenty of Bridgeport IPAs on ice as a backup.
Amy spent this afternoon making an awesome Hard Rock Cafe baked potato soup. It was really good, loaded with bacon, which always scores points with me.
Jackson's teeth look much better with no change in color so far. He's also wearing his new glasses, so that worked out. He really needed to be wearing them anyway. His others were terribly scratched. And I didn't have the boys' cold after all, I only had a brief case of the sneezes."
