Finally Got In

Are you sick of seeing Alabama football yet? Nah, one can never get sick of that. 

Well, after a few weeks of tailgating and then having to go home, boo, Fulton finally got to go in the game. Yes, call us crazy... I may have called myself that at one point today. It was another early morning with a nearly 11:00 am game Sheesh.

This was a little scaled back form of tailgating from weeks past. We grabbed some chicken at Publix and made a quick picnic before heading in. From this whole experience I was most nervous about him having a dirty diaper inside the stadium. There are clearly no changing stations in the restroom and ugh even if there were. Please keep that chicken in son.

We had been practicing Roll Tide all week so he would be ready for the game. Our best word to date, cracker. Can't wait to write that in his baby book.

 We tried to let him get the squirminess, if that's even a word, out of his system before we went in.

We spent some time down by the field and he loved doing some people watching, looking for Big Al, and of course watching the cheerleaders.

We waited for Big Al to come on our side, but no luck. Maybe we'll just stop at the zoo on the way home and take a picture with an elephant there. Not quite the same.

Mom and I spent a good bit of the first quarter down closer to the field and Fulton quickly made friends with some sorority girls who just happened to be ZTAs. That's my boy. Anywho, they gave him a shaker and he thought he was big stuff. We came up for the second quarter and settled in with a snack.

By half time he was done. Simply pooped out. I think he did pretty good for the first half of the game. So I would say it was a success for his very first trip to an Alabama game. And yes, this little 14 month old had to have his own tickets... crazy huh?!