First, let me say that Tivo-ing the game to watch it 7 hours later didn't really work all that well. Let me give a shout out to long-time listener, frequent commenter Kevin Conway for being my unsought source of game info--by posting game results on this blog. Thanks KC. But really it's okay, cause it was good to have a heads up on the results of such a depressing game. From this point on, I'm just going to watch World Cup games for the love of the beautiful game. America, despite our gains in the last 10 years, is still the baby of this sport. These countries have been playing football for hundreds of years. Yes, hundreds. So we'll just love the game for the game--root for the boys in the upcoming games--and cheer for England and Brazil when the time comes. (Disclaimer: These opinions are those of Kate Lareau and Kate Lareau alone and are possibly/probably not endorsed by Chris Lareau or any Lareau/Sugg relatives).
Anyway, as you can see, Mer was all decked out for the game. Uncle Matthew came up with the tag-line for her shirt, since our hope was that Giant-Man Onyewu might be able to slow Nedved a bit. Turns out that wasn't the case.
The evening wasn't a total wash, because earlier in the day, we tried out swinging for the first time. Below, you'll see Meridy looking unsure (at best) about the whole thing and Walt demonstrating how simple and, in fact, almost boring it is. Needless to say, he's an old pro.
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Ah, but Walt too was once simultaneously enthralled and horrified by the swing. He's only become jaded after many, many, many (did I say many?) trips to the park.
Dang!
The bow has to GO.
Awww...c'mon Uncle Dan. Moderation in all things! A little bow every now and again isn't going to hurt...especially when she looks so precious. I promise you that our Jubilee won't be wearing any bow the first time she snowboards down the moutain.
Kate
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