Little Gators

I ordered the kids' Gator outfits for the football season just in time to go to a pre-football-kick-off tail gate fundraiser weekend before last. We took the triple stroller because it has big tires and we didn't know what the terrain would be like. It's also a lot easier to eat, drink and be merry when both Heather and I don't have to tend a stroller.





I really shouldn't be that surprised that we didn't fly under anyone's radar by dressing the kids in bright Gator gear and taking them to an event in a 4 foot wide red stroller. We attracted more attention with the kids than I can recall before, but I've begun to accept our kids making people smile at face value rather than thinking they are being treated like an exhibit at the zoo. We had fun and we met some nice people, but we didn't make it more than about 10 feet from where we parked the stroller when we got there.

Most of the SEC and local alumni groups had tail gate tents set up at the tail gate. I had the best of intentions on taking pictures of all of the tents and then posting them on here and making fun of them. But after meeting people from almost every tent and finding out that the LSU fans didn't really smell like corndogs, I changed my mind. I also didn't get a chance to take any good pictures of the tents because I was busy chatting about the kids.

Henry got to ride on my shoulders for a little while until Heather said it looked dangerous.


I'm no expert on kid carrying etiquette and I didn't want to look like the jackass with a baby on my shoulders, so that didn't last long. In my defense, I was holding Henry's legs, so the worst thing that could happen is that he would fall backwards and yell while I flailed around trying to figure out how to get the upside down crying kid off my back. I guess that could look bad to the untrained eye.

Then, this past weekend, we had the long-awaited opening weekend of football season. We dressed the kids in their little outfits again and tried to get some pictures around the house.

This is as good as it got.





Florida defeated the hated Buccaneers of Charleston Southern, but the kids were in bed by the end of the first quarter. They just don't care about football, or anything on TV for that matter. Year 2 of the Gator indoctrination is off to a slow start, but I have a couple more years of brainwashing before they ask for non-Gator sports gear.