Go Jazz!

I am a little behind on posting, so you'll have to bear with me while I dump a whole bunch of stuff onto my blog at once. Sorry!

2 weeks ago, Cris and I were watching the Jazz game at home. McKenzie was hunkered over her big bowl of "pot kern" (pop corn) watching the game, too. She looked up at Cris and asked if he'd take her to go see the "Boozer game" in the green seats. How could we say no? We tried to explain that Carlos Boozer was injured, and probably wouldn't play, but she still wanted to go so badly.

So, last week we went to watch the Jazz play the Rockets, which was an AWESOME game - even if we did have the worst seats in the house (can you blame us for being cheap and buy the $9 seats in the very top row? We were taking a three year old and weren't sure we'd make it through the entire game) And luckily, Boozer played!

We filled McKenzie full of junk food and soda, because, really, whats a game without all that? And ended up making a few trips to the potty - which was not too easy, considering the location of our seats. On one of the trips, McKenzie smiled at a Jazz employee. He asked her if she was a Jazz fan, and she said "Let's Go Jazz!" He chuckled and asked her if she'd like a Jazz tattoo. She was so polite and kind, I was VERY proud. Apparently he was impressed, too, because he complimented her and loaded her up with all sorts of Jazz gear like a hat and thunder sticks. She was so proud to go and show her daddy!

Thank you, Grandma Terri, for watching Allison. It was such a fun, special trip for us to have some quality time with McKenzie. The only bad thing: every time she sees them on tv she begs to go to another game! We've created a monster! But, daddy couldn't be prouder! :)