Emily woke up this past Friday at 7:15 ready to get dressed and put her shoes on se we could go to the "flootball" game. She was not happy when I told her we had to wait until the sun went to bed before we left for the game. It was definately a LONG day for Mommy answering questions about when it would be time to leave for Daddy's "flootball" game.
Emilyloves to dance to the music of the band and cheer on the Spoto team. Peyton is generally content to sit in her infant carrier and take it all in.
When's that music gonna start again?
Peyton hanging out in her infant carrier.
It got a little cold for us Floridians this past Friday. I guess cold is a relative term considering it probably didn't drop below 68 degrees. It was nothing like the games we went to growing up back north. I remember being wrapped up in heavy afgans and drinking hot chocolate. The don't even sell hot drinks at the concessions down here!
Mom Mom kept Peyton warm in her jacket.
Aunt Amy snuggles up next to Emily trying to stay warm.
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