Super Bowl Sunday

The buddies declined invitations to two Super Bowl parties this year. They really can't be trusted for long periods of time in other people's houses. They get in to everything. Between the two of them, last week they broke a picture frame, a willow tree angel, and a beer bottle from our recycling bin. So, we sent Daddy to a party and celebrated with our own little Super Bowl party. They each had a bowl of salty snacks to munch on and settled down on their couch to watch the game. They made it through the first quarter (although they only sat on the couch and watched for the first minute) and then it was time for baths and bed. Maybe next year they'll be able to stay up until halftime.