Her other favorite pastime is saying Uh oh! I don't know exactly when it started but when she gets going she can say it clear as a bell. She knows we get a kick out of it so then she smiles and claps for herself. I think she's got my "shy gene."
Here's a shot of her munching away at a cookie. Already posing for the camera. I think we've taken so many pictures of her already I need another hard drive to store them.
This was taken a few weeks ago at Grace's cousins' birthday parties. Also known as Christmas in July (or early August, I forget). This is Grace with her Great-Grandmother! There is a special bond between these two.
Jenn and I attended the Green Bay Packer Game here in San Diego. Or as I refer to it, "Behind Enemy Lines!" The game wasn't much of one but it was Pre-season and the first one at that. It was cool seeing Favre on his "farewell tour part 2." He's almost as bad as The Who.
This was obviously early in the game before Favre was taken out for his own protection. All I can say is that if he doesn't get a better front line it is going to be a long, long season.
Of course I was wearing my Favre jersey also known as a TARGET. I've never been heckled so much in my entire life, okay there was that one sermon... Seriously you would think that because the Chargers were winning that they would cut me some slack but I had a whole section mocking me because I was sitting in the front row of our section. About one-third of the people were Packer fans but I took the brunt of it. It must be my kindly face.
The most intense part was the guy who tried to start a fight with me in the bathroom during half-time. He lived. He was in a drunken tirade and was about to spit on me when I gave him a stare of death (for you Christians reading this I mean, I was about to introduce him to Jesus face-to-face). He walked away and was arrested moments later for starting a fight with a guy just outside the bathroom.
Speaking of arrests this guy gut arrested right in front of us. i was a little slow to get the camera out. At least this guy wasn't driving a Hyundai in L.A., but I digress. I don't know how it started but I saw beer flying and fists swinging then the cops swarmed in. If you look closely it was a female cop that is escorting him out. The saddest part was that a six-foot-two, two hundred pound "security guard" sat around doing nothing until she and others came to break it up. I think his name was Barak. The comedy came a few seconds later when a couple came up confused saying, "What do we do, he's our ride?" My thought, get his keys.
