On the bus to the Super Bowl
I am running a contest here in 3D.
The first 5 readers who can tell me who played in last year’s Super Bowl will win a bag of Candy Canes and other left over Christmas and Halloween treats. OK?
Actually, I would have a hard time remembering who played. I can think of one team but not both. But in trying to make some plans for this year’s Big Game I remembered one of my favorite posts from last year, where Dylan was not going to lose… the attention of her Dad to some stinking football game.
So while you are trying to think of last year’s teams why don’t you grab a seat On The Bus To The Super Bowl:
Did you have a good time watching the Super Bowl? Do you have any good feasts or scrumptious snacks? I got my honey-do list done just in time to ‘score’ my favorite wings at the ‘What’s Your Blue’s name’ place, Sticky Fingers.
I settled down in front of the TV to see what transpires between the Patriots and Giants (Opps! the Contest is now over) and resolved to have a good time. My two little girls had their own agendas however.
Game On!
One perched on one side of my foot stool and one leaned across the other. Both wanted their share of MY wings. I told Mom, “I didn’t order enough!”. But Skylar was content to gnaw on the left over wings and Dylan made due with some BBQ’y pieces I tore off. Both were fighting for more of Daddy’s attention. And both were gonna lose this one night. I easily brushed them aside and out of my view of the TV as the game started. Not tonight girls!
Shortly after the game started however it was Skylar’s bedtime. Mommy scooped her up, read her a story and tucked her away. Now it was just down to Dylan, mano a mano, so to speak, to compete with my watching the great football finale. Once again I under estimated her!
As my wing dinner disappeared Dylan rethought her strategy. Seeing that my attention was firmly set on the TV, sitting on top of the mantle over our fireplace, she got on board. On the bus….
She says, “Daddy, I’m getting on the bus and you are the bus driver! Where are we going? Good idea?” I didn’t fall for it at first but she insisted. “Daddy, where do you wanna go? I’m ready. You’re the bus driver. I’m in my seat.”
Riding in the back of the bus
You see, she had gathered her toy drum and sat it on the brick ledge in front of the fire place. She put her kiddie chair in front, suggesting another seat on the bus for mommy. She sat back there with her little suitcase, sans pants, yet wearing dress up shoes. She was a force to be reckoned with! When she starts talking in her made up, yet serious conversations, it just draws you in.
I had to just stall her until her bedtime in 45 minutes. “Do you have everything,” I asked, hoping to have her chase something down and out of my view.
“Yep”, she follows, “You are the bus driver. And I am riding on your bus. Where do you wanna go?”
“Well you better have everything because I am not coming back this way”, remembering how we left her stuffed rabbit toy in Philadelphia on our last trip. “Everybody buckled in?”
“Yes I am daddy, I mean bus driver. Where are we going?”
“Charleston. Are you buckled in? Do you have everything?” Finally digesting her current outfit I said, “Hey! You can’t travel on my bus without any pants on. You have to be wearing pants to be on my bus!”. ~ I got her now!
She runs over to the chair where mommy had her folded baby laundry and pulls up the first pair of pants laying on top, then runs back to her spot at the back of the bus, conveniently during a commercial. 
I said, “Come back here young lady. I don’t know if that outfit is going to fly on this bus!” Seeing something funny is happening here, I told her, “I am going to have to get a picture of you to see if you can wear this outfit on my bus and turn it into my supervisor.” So I took her picture and then she ran back to her seat.
“Are we ready to go now bus driver”, she happily asks as she sees she is winning. “I’m ready. Where are we going to?”
“Charleston”, I told her. “Do you have everything? We’re not coming back this way. Are you buckled in?”
“Ahhhhh, bus driver? Can we stop back at the hotel? I think I left ‘rabbit’ back there. Then we can pick him up. Good idea?”
Well…..Good idea?
“No, pretty little rider in the back seat. We are headed to Charleston. Now, do you have everything? Are you buckled in? We’re not coming back ths way!”
Grabbing a DVD case I spied lying on the floor I picked it up and offered it as the in ‘bus trip’ movie. Dylan smiled, but missing the ball with my cleverness she said, “but you are looking at the TV. I don’t have one. How can I watch the movie? But I am ready to go bus driver”, she sad with a grin.
Just then one of the elaborate Super Bowl commercials came on. In the background was the song, “Wild Thing”, with the chant “Wild Thing”. With the ‘wings’ apparently kicking in, I offered up my extent of dancing, some head shaking and lip synching (sad, I know) to the song, while I sat on the sofa. Jumping on my enthusiasm to the song, my 4 year old jumps up out of her bus seat and starts shaking dancing like it was the ‘Funky Cold Medina. Where does she get this I thought? Luckily she enjoyed the song and attention long enough that I had time to catch a picture even with this slow digital camera.
Wild thing….you make my heart sing…
You couldn’t help but smile. Even mommy, looking up from her book, had to smile. My ‘pretty little bus passenger’ then hopped back in her seat and told me, “I’m ready to go daddy, I mean bus driver. Where are we going?”
I looked up for the score, seeing the end of the first quarter. It was ‘Dylan 14 – Super Bowl 3‘. She was going to go into her bedroom for night-night and win again. I don’t mind. Its not like I let her win, given what’s on the TV. But she still won. She’s a pretty smart girl. Maybe Gisele should model her for a while.
OUR LIFE IN 3D 
Sweet! You’ve got your hands full with this one. Hold on to those car keys!
Haha, no you probably still need it.
People would see that and I would never be able to adopt again. How about I send you the tutu?
Hmm. how about I post a pic of your gravatar pic on DWLA?!
shhhh, technically I score as an Introvert too. I think you should work on it. Have a glass of wine and see what transpires. How else ya gonna pay this tab?
Hahaha, re the similar pic. I am an Introvert, Andy. We don’t do things like that ;).
And re the pizza, yes she could. Right?
the half time shows and the COMMERCIALS! They are usually better than the game itself. Come on over to our party if you want. Where we may not take the game too seriously and ..pizzas! ~Thanks for dropping by Sandy!
We’ll see what she concocts for me this year. I have my game plan already. ….$5.00 pizzas from Carrabbas. She can’t eat that on the fireplace!
Running a tab for the .50 cents and the interest. It may require a similar pic of you to pay the tab off! …food for thought 🙂
Very cute! Your party sounds like a blast. 😉 I’m not into football, I only go to Super Bowl parties for the halftime shows…and the food. 🙂
Best Super Bowl party ever LOL! Andy, you are still looking good in that tutu headdress. I still owe you 50 cents, too.
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LOL, your awful Andy but in a good way 🙂
LOL aww don’t be so hard on yourself now =P
If I were you I would eat his left over ice cream! but thats just me.
I understand…my blogs do tend to put people to sleep it seems. I find most of the blog hits occur right before midnight. 🙂 My blog may be the cure for your insomnia! Thanks for dropping by again, Ms. Janice (the card shark!)
I think I was just disappointed generally at the way the Pats played. My team is the Baltimore Ravens but I was cheering for the Pats to win. Alas, they could not conquer the Giants once again.
No need to thank me! Sorry, I was going to sleep when I dropped by your blog so I couldn’t browse around a bit more. I shall return! 🙂
Oh, and you can call me Janice haha 🙂
Because after he eat his half he is full and he does not like to eat left over unless it is ice cream, lol. He use to share before he started his diet, but I really did try to switch with him for his wing any part of my chicken he liked. He passed on the thought, lol. It is okay. I am working to slowly finish up what is in the freezer so that I have room to buy some wings than I can make my own. Our fridge is like the size of a double fridge and 2 small draw like freezer section. (they have all sizes fridge here but you have to work with the space of the small kitchen and buy what can fit).
I like a good rotisserie chicken. why don’t you order it and give him the thighs and legs and you keep the rest? 🙂 Dylan was not going to be ignored and she handled it in a smart, intelligent manner instead of making a big stink. She really outplayed both the teams in the first half.
It was disappointingly slow that first half, wasn’t it? She turned out to be a lot more fun. I had to give her some credit for her imagination and determination. She earned her time more than the Giants and the Patriots. Thanks for stopping by Cafe23!
My husband need to take notes about sharing his wings. We buy a half rotisserie chicken twice a week for dinner and the best part I love on it is the wing. I always ask him for it and he always say, “didn’t I asked you if you wanted anything when I was there?” I always reply with yes but they don’t sell wings by it self. I will take your wing, lol, so far he protect it very well, lol.
I would like to applaud you for taking time out from the game and enjoy your daughter company. I know some people would try to block out their children but you multitask. As a guy in my class last year always said to me “bravo”.
Haha this is so cute. What a creative little girl you got there =P
And managed to distract you from the Superbowl for awhile lol. Uggh, what a disappointing game anyhow. You were better playing off bus driver with her!
He was not thinking like the supposed football hero that they paint him out to be. In the interest of full disclosure, I am a Green Bay Packer fan so it is all find to me.
Gisele must be a blonde, although from what I read, her comment was taken out of context. It was a fun night but I did miss parts of the first half. Can you tell me, what was Brady thinking about throwing that errant pass from his end zone his first play. Opening gitters? You’ll get them next year!
Sounds like quite the party. I love the parting shot at Gisele..funny stuff.