Well, we finally made it down to Tallahassee to take Parker to a Florida State football game. While the entire trip was rife with a comedy of errors (you can imagine what 16 hours of driving time in a weekend will do to your sanity), I’m glad that he got to go to the game. While he may not realize it yet, I think that this moment will be a big deal to Parker down the line. I mean, it’s Florida State football!
Keeping with tradition, we started tailgating about 4 hours before the game.
Note to self: I am not as young as I once was. Tailgating is hard work and while I hate to admit it, four hours was about my tailgating limit. Lexi joined us at the tailgate, but then went home with her Nana while we started the long trek to the stadium.
As you can see, it was a pretty perfect day. We were, however, racing the clock to get inside so that Parker could see Chief Osceola throw the spear into the field, so we didn’t stop for too many pictures.
Upon first walking out of the tunnel and onto the field, Parker simply said, “Whoa.”
During the first quarter, Parker was overwhelmed by the noise. He spent most of it plugging his ears and trying to crawl into my lap. Once he realized that he could join in the excessive noise, he got more into the spirit of the game.
It had been a very long day, so I decided to go ahead and beat the crowds leaving the game since we still had a 30 minute walk back to the car. Before we left, I did manage to snap a picture of the boys with the field behind them.