Call it day of the cheese. Commercial appreciation day. Or Superbowl Sunday. They're all one in the same at our house. We've added it to our list of family holidays.
Last year, as we geared up to watch it seemed the perfect excuse to break out the Velveeta and make some queso. K-so, we made cheese dip deluxe and G thought it was the greatest thing on earth. We ate gooey chips and cheese around the coffee table, watched football and danced to Tom Petty at half time. There's video. It was one of the stand out memories I've logged in the last three years with G-man. So, naturally we were thrilled to do it all over again this year. This time we even invited a few friends. Deeda was especially excited to watch on the new and improved TV. Good times.
Just a year ago, G's grasp of the world around him was such that he really thought the Superbowl was the plastic bowl of cheese he was eating from. I have no doubt he knew last night that it's the name of the game. He also knew the name of every character in the Pixar commercials. He called them out with equal enthusiasm for each as they flashed for a nanosecond on the screen.
He's sponging up all kind of info these days. Tonight at dinner he told us W was for watch. And then we listed together a ton of things that start with B. Buzz (numero uno of course). Baloo. Books. Blue. Balls. Bats. He knows how to say yellow in Spanish and I can't even type that word because I am not sure how to spell it. He says, "guess what mom?" like he's 10 or something.
He's just sitting back, taking it in and telling us like it is. His seemingly simple announcements are a near constant perspective-meter. What a difference a year can make. There's no baby left in that boy- unless he's just stubbed his toe.
Next up? The big boy birthday. Tonight we ordered a Batman cake and picked out party favors at the dollar store including bubbles (a new favorite pass time). Sunday before game time G and I spent nearly an hour blowing and chasing bubbles outside while Deeda was playing Rachel Ray over some hot wings. It was a springy day. Great to soak up some son and sun!
