Heartbreak and Victory

Well, this post is two-fold... heartbreak AND victory.

If you just watched the same game I saw, and are even the slightest Tennessee fan, your heart is certainly broken. That was just plain painful to watch.

However, with all the hoopla going on on TV, there was plenty of hoopla going on at our house as well.

I know this picture could later haunt me with thousands of dollars in therapy bills, but this is what my living room looked like for much of the second half of the TN/LSU game.

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You see, Trace has had some issues with the #2 part of potty training and likes to have Jimmy and I there to coach him through the process. He had been holding it until I put a pull up on him at bedtime and well... you can imagine the problems that has caused.

(That's another post in itself, bless his heart)

Let's just say, Miralax has been his best friend lately.

So... when the pooping drama began in the middle of the 3rd quarter, we took shifts cheering and pleading with Trace on the potty in the powder room while cheering and pleading the Vols on to victory in the living room. We would shout out plays from the couch and Trace would high-five which ever parent was in there with him doing the "ultimate parenting duty."

Jimmy actually admitted it was easier coaching me through childbirth than Trace through a poop. ha! (I'm sure I'm going to hear about that one when he gets old enough to read this)

But when TN intercepted the ball in the LSU end zone and he had to watch it on instant replay instead of seeing it live, Jimmy got desperate and went to the closet, grabbed the little training potty that has been collecting dust for months and planted it right down in front of the big screen.

We continued to eat our bar-b-que from the couch, look over the potty, and watch the madness unfold.

Yummm, anyone want to come over for dinner and a UT game next weekend??? ha! ha!

As the game came down to the final seconds, we were all in the floor on either side of Trace and his potty, thinking we had actually won and had already hollered, high-fived and hugged before the play was called back.

Sadly, we know the outcome of the game. PURE HEARTBREAK.

But I'm please to announce Trace had a victory!!

Believe me, if you had actually been here to live through the two dramas, you would feel just as much joy for my boy, as you felt agony for Dooley and his boys.

On a much lighter note... our day began at the Children's Autumn Festival at the Riverpark.


I painted a punkin for "Girby" to sit next to Trace's on the front porch.
Yes, we have already discussed that you DO NOT ever, ever write with sidewalk chalk on any other car besides this one!