The Super Bowl, that is. The Super Bowl marks a momentous occasion in our household. The end of weekly football for a whole 8 months until football season starts right up again. Over the past 20 years or so being married to the Muffin Man, a lover of all things football, I've gotten used to every television being turned to all football all the time for a good 7 months a year. I've learned not to fight it and just roll with the blood sport of watching sports. To mark the beginning of my few months being football free the Super Bowl is a happy occasion. We invite friends, I clean the house and cook up a storm. The friends bring way too many fabulous snacks and I top the evening off with a few glasses of brightly colored adult punch or my favorite box of wine. Yes, box of wine. I run a classy show around here. This year I made Packer Punch, even though I was secretly cheering for the Steelers. I'm nothing if not a generous hostess.
This nap time for Ava is giving Liv and I time to put the final touches on an outfit I promised I would make her best friend from preschool. Her friend saw Liv dressed in this outfit and asked for one of her very own.
So here it is, All done. I couldn't find the pony fabric and had to go the cow route this time. Liv is modeling for me. Makes you want to Moo doesn't it?