I still have hope that one of my boys will be into football. My brother had a high school football game this evening and I decided to take Liam.
He behaved the way I expected. The excitement and noise from the crowd was too much for him at first at first. It took me a good thirty minutes to get him into the stands.
He would just scream a cry and make me hold him as I walked around.
I finally coaxed him into the stands where my dad, step mom, and sister were seated.
The next 10 minutes was perfect. He sat right in front of me and took in all in.
Of course he was just like me. Paying attention to everything but the game. The bright lights, the cheerleaders, the parents shouting. All supplied him with temporary stimulation.
I knew it would inevitably end as he sought more amusement by climbing on me and trying to sneak away.
At that point it was time to go. But he did good. Made it about an hour. There is still hope.