But they wouldn't sit still
Sometimes I wonder what I’m thinking.
I had visions of darling girls dressed in purple, cheering on the Kansas State University football team alongside dear old Mom.
What John and I got on that September venture was two toddlers, pissed off they couldn’t run, climb and everything else that 18-month-old girls would rather be doing.
Obviously, they wouldn’t like to sit at a football game.
We should have known it would be bad when they wouldn’t even sit still during tailgating. John and I chased them around an enclosed tennis court.
The game, however, was worse.
Brett would watch the jumbotron a little bit, but Kaci didn’t care about the music, the players on the field or the cheers from the stands. She wrestled to try to get out of my arms, wanting to climb the stairs and run, run, run.
I fed her those Goldfish crackers for a while, which seemed to appease her. When they ran out, we moved on to Teddy Grahams.
I gave her to John, who had to leave the stadium by the end of the first quarter.
My venture ended at half time. Brett was mad. Poo was running from her pants. She probably ate too many hot dogs.
My husband says he’ll never go to another K-State game again with the girls in tow.
Not that he cares. He’s a KU fan.
Sometimes I wonder what I’m thinking.
I had visions of darling girls dressed in purple, cheering on the Kansas State University football team alongside dear old Mom.
What John and I got on that September venture was two toddlers, pissed off they couldn’t run, climb and everything else that 18-month-old girls would rather be doing.
Obviously, they wouldn’t like to sit at a football game.
We should have known it would be bad when they wouldn’t even sit still during tailgating. John and I chased them around an enclosed tennis court.
The game, however, was worse.
Brett would watch the jumbotron a little bit, but Kaci didn’t care about the music, the players on the field or the cheers from the stands. She wrestled to try to get out of my arms, wanting to climb the stairs and run, run, run.
I fed her those Goldfish crackers for a while, which seemed to appease her. When they ran out, we moved on to Teddy Grahams.
I gave her to John, who had to leave the stadium by the end of the first quarter.
My venture ended at half time. Brett was mad. Poo was running from her pants. She probably ate too many hot dogs.
My husband says he’ll never go to another K-State game again with the girls in tow.
Not that he cares. He’s a KU fan.
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