we're all mad here

Oooooh, March Madness. You have possessed my husband once again.

Two days down, an eternity to go.

I guess if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?

I lie. I actually tend to enjoy the whole shabang.

Probably because my husband lives for these next few weekends.
Seriously. He might die if anything happens to March Madness.

And I am too young to be a widow.

Even though I kind-of am...just for a month.

At least his second, third, and fourth wives {ie the tv, espn, and cougarfan, respectively} take pretty good care of him while he is dead to the outside world.

Tyrel requested this whole weekend off from work so he could sit and soak-in all the college basketbally-goodness that comes this time of year.

This may or may not have included pizza, 18 wings, screaming {and near crying}, and the attempted "ultimate" viewing set up {ie the nursery tv being brought into the living room for more viewing pleasure...as if a 50-inch plasma with a split-screen of the games and a computer displaying its love-affair with espn isn't enough}. 

But the set-up didn't work.

So we just have to suffer through the 50-inch and computer screen.

Tough life.

We filled out our brackets earlier this week {Tyrel, of course, hoping for upsets; Vandy, of course, just picking teams and asking, "Is that a stupid choice?"; Kemry, of course, having her bracket filled out by which mascot was the cutest...since she is so darn cute herself! }

Kemry didn't last long during the events of the past two days. I guess when you are only 2 months old you get special right in being a party pooper.

I tried my hardest to stay interested too but decided that I needed to will spring to come a little faster. Probably because Tyrel had all the blinds shut and the feel of our apartment turned into that of a bachelor pad.

With a wife who makes you pizza.

And a cute baby.

Both included.

 

When I realized that all of my hoping and fake-flowers won't make the temperature rise about 40 degrees and cancel the forecast of rain/SNOW showers for this week, I turned to people watching.

Well, person watching.

He is pretty entertaining :)

I am always relieved when I see a smile on his face {because he gets reeeeeaaaallllly mad at times. He likes to say lots of made up Spanish/Dominican words that are not intended to be very nice...and throw game controllers...and slap the couch...}

Oh those smiles are nice!

 This one is courtesy of Brandon, on the other line.
Thank you Brandon.

I will get you a grand Christmas present the next time I draw your name.

Promise.

In our little family's bracket circle, Kemry is pretty much done for. 

Poor girl.

She just didn't come to this earth with good bracket-picking skills.

The sad thing is that she picked Vanderbilt to win {Vanderbilt's nickname=Vandy...who will win this year's tournament? Vandy {as in sweet momma Vandy...but really Vanderbilt Vandy}, of course}.

And I {being Vanderbilt} totally blew it.

Sigh.

BUT...I {sweet momma Vandy} am currently taking Tyrel down.

Totally winning.

Just sayin'.

In the big family bracket-off, post Round 2 action, I'm hanging in the middle.

Sweet daddy, however, is a little bit lower...

The moral of this story...

When you say naughty Spanish words {even if they don't really exist}, you pay for it with your bracket.

Be warned, Ty.

Be warned.