Game Day!

The temperatures are cooler, there is a warm hue to the foliage on the northern slope of Red Mountain and I feel like my blood cells are especially crimson and white. It must be a football Saturday! Cooper is having a good day. His glucosi-chlorians are higher even than Master Yoda's! (Thanks David Adams for that line.) Dr. Bruce was just beginning his rounds as we left the NICU a few minutes ago. He expressed some concerns about the feedings, but Kelli was quick to point out how well he had just eaten moments earlier. One reason he ate so well, was that Kelli was able to pump an ounce and a half of breast milk for him. (To quote our dear friend, Missy Leonard, "this is taking our friendship to a new level." )

Alice and Roy came up for grandparents' visiting. Katie has been feeling a little under the weather, so she has had to stay away. I know it must be tough for her. My dad (Terry, since we're on a first-name basis here) is riding up with a friend today and may get to visit Coop tonight.

Roy will be back here soon to watch the Alabama-Tennessee game with us. Savannah opted for a trip to the pumpkin patch with her "Aunt" Paige, our friend Rachel Linderman and her two boys rather than come up with her Papa. Stood up by our own daughter! I'm sure it won't be the last time that she breaks a heart in this fashion.

I've been on the phone several times with our tailgate crew in Tuscaloosa. According to Ben Greer, my partner in tailgating crime, the Quad is packed like never before. They've had a few power issues because of some amperage hogs running too many crock pots, but it sounds like everyone is in great spirits. (Or into the spirits, more appropriately.) We hate that we can't be there with them, but I wouldn't be anywhere else.

To all those out there who care, let me say a hearty Roll Tide!