1st football game

Marching band season has begun. Last night was Mike's first football game, so the boys and I headed over to see the game and watch the band. The band did great. I wouldn't know how the football team did though, I was too busy running around after the boys. They were interested in the game and cheerleaders for the first few minutes. Then they realized the bleachers were really just a giant jungle gym. I didn't get too many pictures, I was a bit busy.

But they both had fun. Football game nights end up meaning late bedtimes. Quincy was ready to leave once bedtime hit, he was still having fun, but started waving and saying bye-bye. Miles on the other hand, got to wear band hats, play with band instruments, got lots of attention from band kids, ran non-stop most of the time we were there, and had a friend to play with for a while. He just did not want to leave. He cried, hsyterically, the entire way from the bleachers to the van, and much of the way home. The entire time saying "I don't want to leave." He even suggested that we stay and sleep on the football field, then drive home in the morning. Excuse, me, he suggested that HE stay and sleep on the football field, and then HE would drive home in the morning.