I barely remember who played yesterday. The only reason why I remember that it was Super Bowl XLIII is because President Obama gave an interview and they referred to him as the 44th President of the United States. We’ve had one more president than we’ve had Super Bowls. Interesting tidbit of information that lodged itself into my memory.
I don’t generally enjoy watching football (let alone a five-hour pre-game show, four hours for the game itself, and then another hour or so of post-game interviews and stuff). I try, but it takes a lot of concentration on my part (more so when the Dallas Cowboys aren’t playing). When the play is done I find that I have no idea who snapped the ball or what really happened. It’s usually a loud exclamation from Josh that brings me out of my trance. After a few of these, I get irritated and pick up something to do so that I can still sit with Josh and listen to his loudly voiced and enthusiastic opinions. That’s not to say that I can’t follow the game or cheer as vehemently when the Cowboys are playing… maybe yesterday I just wasn’t in the mood.
What I picked up was my crochet hook and a mostly finished project. I crocheted a strap on to a girly messenger bag for Zoe. When I finished that I moved on to a matching beanie hat.
Zoe was able to model them standing up when I took pictures of her.
Zoe has been steadily working up the courage to walk. When she first turned a year old (January 12) she would stand by herself on accident, usually when we would get her to clap. Then she started to launch herself between furniture holds when she knew she could make it in a step or two. Just yesterday she started to stand without pulling up on anything and decided that she would walk in the middle of the living room with nothing to hold on to for several steps. I’m both excited and grieved. I like that she has begun to see the possibilities, but sad that she’s growing up so fast (and also that I’ll soon be chasing after her). I don’t mind that it took her so long to walk because I know that cognitively it’s better for babies to crawl first. I figure it must be better still the longer she crawls. Plus, I’m lazy and don’t want to get up every two minutes to rescue her or something that she has gotten a hold of.
So the Super Bowl wasn’t about the Cardinals losing to the Steelers for me. Nor was it about the new President of the United States. It was about my youngest deciding to walk.