Think 40-50 thirty-somethings who love to watch football, but more importantly, like their hard alcohol and their 1st quarter, 2nd quarter, 3rd quarter, 4th quarter shots. So with each passing quarter the party gets a bit louder and more out of control. We arrived a little late, after the 1st quarter shots, and let's just say we had no trouble finding Jeremy's house, since we could hear the roaring screaming waves of hootin' and hollerin' about 2 blocks away.
Let's just say this was Jon's kind of Super Bowl party.
Logan did surprisingly well - he walked all over the place, grabbing people's legs and asking to be held by every beautiful woman he could flirt with. He was a HUGE hit. Any time there was a roaring cheer, he'd look up with wide eyes wondering WHAT THE HELL and then back down to his cookie, or proceed on his walk around the house and out the back door.
It wasn't an atmosphere for most babies, in fact, we were the only ones there with a kid. And, I spent the majority of the party chasing him around and smiling my "sorry, please excuse my kid who's trying to grab your butt" smile, while picking him up and diverting him to another part of the house. But we still had a great time.
30 minutes or so before the game was over, he finally started to melt down (and mean Mommy and Daddy were instead just glued to the TV and begging him to hold on just a little longer). Thankfully, he was a great sport and hung on for us to see the end of a really exciting game. When we got home the poor little guy crashed, no problem.
Here's Logan on his first Super Bowl Sunday (2008):
And here he is today (what a difference a year makes, right?):
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