First Auburn Game

The weekend before last we took Hudson to his first Auburn game. We actually brought him to Auburn for the first game of the season but we stayed in the motorhome the entire time. The end of August was way too hot for our two week old. Fast forward six weeks and the 75 degree weather was much more appropriate for his first in-stadium game experience. It was a night game, so that morning we were able to go downtown for some photo ops.

I guess my son is already taking after my husband, because I get the feeling that he gets just as tired of pictures just as quickly.  I almost got the perfect picture... If only Hudson had cooperated for another 2 minutes and if I realized sooner that my son can not yet sit up by himself.  While rigging up my diaper bag as a prop, Hudson had a break down and the perfect picture never happened. Here's to almost...

Here's Hudson tailgating.  He's a natural.

We made it through the entire game and he actually slept from half time through the end of the game and the walk back to the tailgate. He is a great sleeper and can sleep through just about anything. Even when Auburn is trying to stop a huge third down conversion in the fourth quarter to hold on to a one possession lead over Florida. It's hard to tell here, but father and son are wearing matching shirts.

Sleeping like a baby...

Game's over and he's still sleeping...

This is not to say that the weekend did not come with it's share of drama. Between me torturing Hudson to get the perfect pictures on Saturday morning and losing our dog Friday night the game itself was actually pretty anticlimactic. Friday night we drove down to Auburn with Shane's grandmother and met the in-laws at a bonfire tailgate.

There were a ton of people and it was already dark. After hanging out for a couple hours we left to go to the motorhome. For anyone that doesn't know from experience, bringing a baby makes everything more chaotic than normal. Leaving is no longer simply getting in the car. We have to gather blankets, clothes, diaper bags, and our little yorkie, Sweet Pea. We divided tasks. I got Hudson, the diaper bag and blankets. Shane packed up the folding chairs and cleaned up the trash, and Shane's grandmother was in charge of Sweet Pea. Somehow Sweet Pea must have gotten in the car, and then back out when I was loading up Hudson.  Twenty minutes later we got back to the motorhome and realized that no one actually remembers Sweet Pea being in the car.  We assumed she was in the back with his grandmother and she thought she was up front with us. After a brief panic Shane and I ran to the car and left Hudson with the inlaws. We drove back to the park and I ran toward the crowd as my husband starts to search the woods. I immediately see her being walked by a man and I run over to him and say "That's my dog! I mean... is that your dog because she looks just like our dog that didn't get in the car with us earlier."  Fortunately he was very nice and wasn't offended that I started with an accusation. He said a dog with a collar and leash (that no one was holding) came running straight to him. He got the band to announce the lost dog but no one claimed it (because we were driving away). We didn't have her tags on her collar because they rattle and keep me from sleeping at night. Needless to say we are very lucky that she was located so easily. It actually took me longer to find Shane since he went into the woods and I left my phone at the motorhome. What does this say about us? How can we keep up with a child once he goes mobile if we can't keep up with a 7 lb dog?