baby rocks.

It’s football season! This means a few things: 1) homemade pizzas every Sunday, 2) cute rough housing sessions with my boys with lots of cheering, bonding, tackling, and other fun boy things for me to watch and aw over, and 3) cute little boy clothes for C (exhibit A: adorbs jersey and hat). I know they sucked really bad Sunday, which is unfortunate, but also fairly usual, yet my boys were born into it and I was married into it, so we’re fans… Go Bills.