Friday Night Aftermath

Guess what time it is? 

Guess who's still asleep? 

Guess what time they went to bed?

This was snapped at the "late" hour of 7:20 a.m. My little ones were still fast asleep, enough so that I could quietly crawl out of the bed and grab my camera. I even got to go downstairs, make coffee, let the dog out, and enjoy the beautiful morning in soft silence.

This is the aftermath of Friday night football. 

The boys have attended games with me in the past, but last night was special. They got a little more freedom than usual.They got to roam the W.O. Barnes stadium all by them selves. Granted, I was selling yearbooks by the concession stands and clocking every instance they ran back and forth. This is definitely a step forward in the Martinez household.

I know I'm too overprotective with the boys, but I can't help it. I was raised by this man for God's sake.

Tony White, March 2010, pretending to be a dinosaur.

My dad was freakishly obsessed with what was going on and where we were at ALL times.(He still kind of is.....) Honestly, I don't know how we ever got through the teenage years with him and no cell phones. As a teen, I tried to pull the wool over his eyes and push my limits. But I was deathly afraid of what would happen if he had found out. Just look at those fangs!

I could do a blog over my Dad alone. Don't even get me started on my Mom. However quirky and eccentric they are, I love them for just that. I wouldn't be who I am, or where I am, today with out Dad's overprotective "you can't go out after dark without a man or you'll be raped and killed" attitude. 

I guess now as a parent, I'm only just beginning to fully realize how much they actually love(d) me.

Thanks guys.