Almost nine and a half years ago, it was the hottest day of the year. My second son was due to arrive in about a month and the anticipation is something only a mother carrying a child in her womb ... on the hottest day of the year ... can understand. Looking out my kitchen window, I saw a a humid haze and children running through sprinklers that were shooting out water in every direction in an attempt to relieve the crispy, burnt grass from it's thirst.
The next morning, in the very early hours, I was awakened with the sharp pains in my stomach alerting me that my baby would be arriving sooner than expected. He would enter the world that sunny warm late summer day and it was determined that we would call him Drew.
Attaching this label to my son was no random decision. Big Daddy had it planned from the moment the ultrasound technician pointed out his "goods" on the fuzzy, black and white monitor. As I lay with my belly gooped up in gel, in the OBGYN office, I knew without question what Big Daddy would want to call his second little man.
Big Daddy graduated college from Purdue. He is a huge sports fan, and loves no sport more than he loves college football. Aside from his family ... I believe he loves PURDUE college football most in this world. I learned early on not to fight this undying love he had for the team ... so I jumped on the bandwagon and embraced the team as well. During this particular football season, Drew Brees, blessed the Purdue Football Organization with his presence and amazing ability. I had never seen my husband more happy. So it only seemed natural to agree with Big Daddy and call our second child ... Drew.
At the hospital, as we filled out the form that would be the information used to create Drew's official birth certificate, I did have to challenge Big Daddy on one important part of the name. It seems as though he wanted his middle name to be "Cool Brees".
I kid you not.
Drew "Cool Brees" Crumbo would be my second child's name if I hadn't mustered up the energy, after hours of labor and giving birth, to sucker punch his father and snap him out of his silliness. I mean, I could deal with Drew ... but let's not get carried away. M'Kay?
Why am I telling you all this?
It is my way of sharing with you how unbelievably happy Big Daddy is after his beloved Drew Brees won the Superbowl this past Sunday night. I mean, if you want to NAME YOUR KID after a football player. A COLLEGE football player ... you must really like the guy. And he does. So do the kids. The whole family watched in anticipation.
And if I had a video of Big Daddy jumping up and down, pretty much 'galloping' through our house at the end of the game, I wouldn't show it to you. Nope, I couldn't. The visual would seriously cause you to possibly die laughing ... and I wouldn't want to be responsible for your sudden death.
Yeah. It was THAT funny.
So, congratulations to the New Orleans Saints on their first Superbowl appearance and victory. Congratulations to Drew Brees for being named MVP of the Superbowl. How awesome was it seeing him share that sweet moment with his own son after the game, that we all adored watching?
Now ... all the football is over for the season.
How much longer before pitchers and catchers report? Go CUBS! This could be Big Daddy's year.
Just sayin'. 2010 is starting off pretty darned good.
