In this season of life, where our older kids are starting to find their passions and we're able to help them pursue those passions, we are finding great joy. In particular, The Boss is LOVING being a "football dad." He loves the adrenaline rush, the free-flowing testosterone that rushes and oozes all over the fields, the utter man-growl that comes out of him when our boy gets his hands on the ball.
And now, The Boss is getting to be a "football dad" times 2. Yup, Baby BlueEyes has joined the local Upw@rds program for flag football.
So last Monday night, BBE had his first practice. The Boss, Dr. D, and BBE shoveled dinner down their gullets and rushed out the door, all pumped and excited for drill night. Cuppa' joe in hand, The Boss wandered up and down the sidelines, watching the little guys pass and catch. Chatting it up with the other dads, doin' the dad-versation about who looks good and who's got the arm this year.
Till one of our friends' son pointed out what The Boss was holding in his hand.
Here's a close up, in case you missed it.
You can't see it, but that mug is full of testosterone.