Our word for the week is "tail."
Around the house, things have been kinda rough because Riley is still having trouble moving things out of his tail-end. It's just a skill he's got to learn, but I'm sure he'll be good at it someday.
He's started moving forward (and in circles) in his walker. He tries to come toward us or toward Jimmy, who is still not really comfortable with the whole contraption.
The second significance of the word tail is that Riley got to go to his first Cajuns game and associated tail-gating this week.
You can see from this pic how packed the student section was.
Even Riley was puzzled by such a weak showing from the student body. (admission, I went to one game in the four seasons in which I was a student)
It was a good game, but he decided we should leave at halftime. That's fine though, because we really go mostly for the tailgating with friends.
We have a sweet spot with shade, electricity, cable, and access to bathrooms (not port-o-lets) The music was goin' and the fans were blowin' keeping everyone in a good mood.
Riley and Gabe got to sport their custom made Retro-Cajuns onesies that match our group's shirts (that are still at the printer.)
It was bright outside and we found out that, despite having a 10 pound second chin, Riley actually has a small head, meaning his sunglasses still don't fit.
But Gabe's glasses do, which gave Riley a chance to eat his own glasses for a while.
And pose so that there would be at least one cool guy in this pic.
Once they were both awake, Gabe and Riley socialized with the traditional "Let's wrestle" greeting
Riley then found out that, no matter how hard you try, there is nothing to eat in Traci's arm.
When it was time for a nap we headed over to the Falgout's camper where Anna was more than willing to make Riley blush with one of her signature open mouth kisses.