Weekending

Last night, we bundled the monkeys up, put Sawyer to bed at the Kavanagh's, and made our way to a very crowded football stadium to watch the Bozeman Hawks play the Helena Bengals.

The cool Fall air, the bright stadium lights, the band playing, staying out way past bedtime - it was all so exciting for our little buddies who have never been to a live football game. I think all of Bozeman came out to watch the game - and half of Helena. Both teams came into the game with a 6-0 record and it was a point-for-point game until the fourth quarter. In the end, the Hawks won 35 to 28. More importantly, Matt and I had the pleasure of being in the company of Mason and Smith (it's not always a pleasure, you know), engaging in an activity we all thoroughly enjoyed.

Me and Smitty.

All night, he kept asking, "Where are the drums? Can we go see the drums?" I have long felt that the marching band is the highlight of a good football game experience. I was glad to be in the company of a cutie-pie who felt the same.

Matt and Mason.
Mason was all business, of course. He watched and talked, and watched and talked. He was a bit distressed at having to leave his gun, hunting knife (a stick), and hunting drill (his own invention) in the car. "What if I see an elk?" he asked. Not to worry, no elk were sited.

Good times.

This morning, after not-sleeping-in, Matt set out to kill the elusive elk, the boys and I enjoyed a cinnamon roll and Sawyer honed his walking skills. Hope your weekend is full of fun, too.