TRS: Superbowl Weekend

This is another song that has no relationship to the post below it, just that the author of the post really likes the song. I discovered it while watching the finale of season one of Roswell on DVD, and liked it enough to figure out the artist and title.

Nothing Box by Hypnogaja

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Today's post is going to be a little on the lighter side in terms of content. Normally, I've got a pile of photos to choose from and I have to whittle that number down to something reasonable. However, this weekend I spent a lot more time living my weekend instead of documenting it.

The better part of my weekend was spent redesigning this blog. Now, before any feed readers click through, I have not implemented these changes yet (but that doesn't mean you can't click through and comment). I'm still tweaking here, and adjusting there. I hope to have it ready later this week, or over the weekend.

Friday night, MTM went out with a friend, leaving the munchkin and I to our own devices (which basically means a less-than-healthy dinner and extra tv time - used for Diego - in lieu of the normal routine). I spent the bulk of the evening getting intimate... with CSS.

Saturday was a lazy day around these parts. We just kind of hung out, played with puzzles, and did stuff around the house (like, say, more CSS). We capped it off with dinner at East Side Mario's (munchkin's choice) and a stop at Blockbuster where the munchkin chose a Dora DVD (surprise, surprise) and MTM chose The Game Plan, starring her secret celebrity boyfriend favourite actor du jour, The Rock. (Two second review: it was OK, and aside from a certain non-kid-friendly element - which would give away part of the plot - would be a perfect daddy-daughter movie.)

Sunday, morning while MTM puttered around the kitchen and I spent more time with my secret lover CSS, the munchkin decided it was time to hit the local splash pad. Fortunately, she also realized it was "too cold for a bathing suit":


Later that day, my sister and her family came for lunch on their way home from a ski resort. The munchkin was so excited to have her cousins over: they played Candy Land and Hungry Hungry Hippos, and hung out in her bedroom playing whatever games she decided they would play.

After a daddy-daughter nap (two weekend mornings with a 6am wakeup call do not a happy Daddy make), we settled in for a little pre-game, followed by our traditional Superbowl "dinner" of finger food/hors d'oeuvres (pants were, apparently, optional this year):


note that she also has veggies on her plate; we're not terrible parents
There may or may not have been some consumption of traditional Superbowl beverages as well:


And that's it. I watched Bill Belichick outthink New England's chances at perfection (going for it on fourth down in the third quarter instead of trying the 49 yard FG reeked of the overconfident coaching style we've seen all year) and topped the night off with an excellent new episode (a term too rare these days) of House.

What did you do?