We are the Champions!

February 6th, 2011

Coach Mike McCarthy gets a Gatorade bath while holding Ryan Steeno.

Did you know that Ryan was born right before the NFC Championship game? Well he was. I can actually say the happiest day of my life was the day the Packers went to the Super Bowl. Kickoff was at 3:30pm and Ryan was born at 1:34pm which gave us just enough time to clean up baby, clean up mommy and sit back to watch the game. Even though we never had a chance to sit and watch the entire game, we did have it on in the room. We gauged as to when to look at the TV to see how the Pack were doing by the cheers and jeers coming from the waiting room. Sure enough the Pack won beating the stupid Bears (which no one likes because they are stupid...face...people) and are now off to the Super Bowl. 

    Two weeks later, on Super Bowl Sunday, we are watching the Pack put the hurt on Pittsburgh in the first half  and stay alive in the second. As a Packers season ticket holder, I have to tell you, I wanted to be there bad. There is no way I can leave my Buckaroo to watch his first Super Bowl by himself? The lil' dude has known nothing but the Packers since he was born....2 weeks ago. A few examples are his car seat cover is a quilt hand-made by a wonderful woman at work, Tammy, his first Packer outfit was from Mike Lucas (who named Ryan during pregnancy, "Little Mikey") but he's only 7 pounds so he will have to grow into that one. Luckily our Green Bay family sent a newborn-size Packers onesie and his Aunt Krista just gave him a Packers fleece blanket. He was set for the game, the only thing we needed to do now is take his shirt off, paint him half green and half yellow so we can run outside in the snow. In reality, since he is too young and fragile to do that, we stayed inside...clothed...in the warm. What a killjoy, eh?! This didn't go as well as I hoped because as the game went towards the end of the third quarter he dozed off. What the! How can you fall asleep knowing the Steelers are making a move to come back and win this game? He is sleeping, looking cute. That didn't hinder, every time the Pack would do good, his Aunt Scoop from running over and giving him baby high-fives and his mother making him do baby arm-pumps. I sure would like to know what he dreams about in a time like this, but I will tell you this - I found him this morning laying in a puddle of orange Gatorade, in his crib and confetti in his Pampers. This may have just been his greatest adventure yet!