Let's go Orange...
Mom dressed me in my game gear yesterday morning for the big game against Florida last night. I was kind of nervous so got a little fussy around 3 -- I mean, I still had hours to wait for the game. But I was careful not to spit up on my outfit. Or pee on it. Or drag my Baby Legs* through poop.
And because Dad and I were orange strong, Florida tried to bring it. But we gave 'em the smack down.
And maybe I'm talking smack right now -- you'll just never know if I'm yawning or cheering in the last picture Mom took.
*my fabulous leg warmers.