Baby's 1st Super Bowl Sunday!

Dear Riley,
Because you are so fortunate as to being growing up as the child of football obsessed parents, your first Super Bowl Sunday is a momentous occasion for you. This one more so because Momma's favorite football player since she was 14 was playing in it, and the level of the excitement I was experiencing was second only to if my beloved Browns were playing in it. So, we trucked down to Denver to hit up a few "city things" as Daddy likes to call them, then headed over to John and Hilary's house to take the game with a bunch of Colts fans. Momma silently cheered for the Saints the ENTIRE game, amidst a room full blue and white jersey-ed Colts fans. You lost interest in hanging out by the game when people wouldn't let you have their beers and spent the rest of the evening tearing around John's hardwood floors and playing with Sam. Daddy, because he is the most selfless person I have ever met and knew how much this game meant to me, just hung out with you while Momma got to watch the game. He is the BEST.
Last week at your nine month well check, Dr. Morano informed us that you were just getting up three and four times in the night out of habit and that it was time to just let you cry it out and you'd learn. So last Monday, we tried it, and you cried for 20 minutes and then stopped and went to sleep. The last few nights have been fantastic- you haven't cried for more than five minutes, and wake up about 11-12 hours later in a great mood and all of a sudden things seem so much better during the day for everyone involved!! It's amazing.
Love you as much as you love cheese ravolis,
Momma