Freddie's First Saints' Game

Well, more than it being Freddie's first game, it was our first game as parents. As much progress as we have made in parenting, we were "schooled" today for sure.


I'll keep it simple:

• One super cute family decked in Saints' gear
• No nap, all day
• Torrential downpour walking to the game (frizzy hair and wet feet but a dry baby under the umbrella)
• Gave him a salty giant pretzel in an effort to occupy him. Yummy salt!
  
• Bouts of tears as a reaction to The Daddy's extreme emotion
• Teether dropped on the sticky Dome floor, wipe off, and stuck back into the mouth
• Explosive diaper changed on the concourse
• Peeing all over during diaper change (this is the first time in a long time for this, but I would expect that he'd have to do it here!)

• Bottle of freshly pumped breastmilk spilled in diaper bag as lid wasn't on tightly
• Neither The Mama or The Daddy checked to make sure there was a nipple on the bottle
• Breast feeding session in the handicapped stall of the restroom since the bottle has no nipple on it
  
• Standing in the stall nursing for a LONG time as The Bug is very distracted by the announcer calling plays through the bathroom speakers.

• Might as well be nursing in a bar because everyone smokes in the bathrooms.
• Women outside the stall imply that the lady taking so long in the handicapped stall is smoking, to which The Mama shouts out, "Lady, I'm in here breastfeeding." Bathroom goes silent.
• Plans for a family photo scrapped. All pictures are taken with the phone, as I am too involved entertaining The Bug to dig out the camera.
  
• The noise level on touchdown runs scares The Bug, along with his not quite understanding his father's intense display of emotion. The Saints had an unusually high number of touchdown drives.
• Mesmerized by the Southern Band half time performance and got "jiggy" when "Halftime" played at each kickoff
  
• Lots of giggles and smiles at the fans behind us.

• Inhaled the boozie breath of Uncle Lee but really enjoyed his silly faces.
  
• We finally gave in and left at the end of the third quarter.
• A worn out family made their way back to the car, wondering if we just subjected our sleep deprived kid to child abuse.
  
• We'll do better next time. I promise, Bug. But just in case, I am calling up Stephanie, babysitter extraordinaire, to see if she is up to coming over on game day, for her mere $10/hour fee.