Before we had the boys, Super Bowl Sunday consisted of Daddy eating nachos in his recliner while Mommy folded laundry and counted the minutes until the next commercial break. Once we had Wyatt, not much changed except Daddy ate his nachos with one hand while holding the baby with the other. After Colby's arrival, Daddy continued the baby/nacho balancing act while Mommy tried to simultaneously fold the laundry and keep Wyatt's busy little hands from
unfolding it.
This year, however, all that changed. Make no mistake--we're not trying to say that the boys paid one bit of attention to what was happening on the screen. Heck, poor little Colby kept yelling, "Who dey!" as if he fully believed the Bengals had made it to the big game. Nope, the boys didn't watch any of the on-field action; instead, they created some action of their own. They played football with Daddy in the living room!
Wyatt amazed us with his accuracy in throwing the ball. Just a few months ago, he threw every ball like a...well, he threw like Mommy. On Super Bowl Sunday, though, he was spot on, hitting Daddy's hands with nearly every throw.
Of course, Colby would not be outdone. His throws were pretty good, but his tackles? His tackles were awesome (and probably a little more plentiful than Wyatt would have liked)!
This was absolutely the best Super Bowl Sunday the Hickle family has ever seen. Watching the boys toss around the old pigskin put a little tear in Mommy's eye. We'll never remember which team won Super Bowl XLVII, but we'll always remember how much fun we had while
not watching the game.