Daddy even treated her to her own Zimmerman shirt.
This is her game face.
This pretzel got a lot of mileage.
See, more with the pretzel.
She came home and gave me the play-by-play of the Presidents' race and then told me she hit the ball and ran after it on the field. A tall tale, but ambitious, no?
Then there were sweet potato fries. What? Complex carbohydrates, thank you very much. And what they say about toddlers evening out their own diets is true. She came home and ate asparagus and pork tenderloin for dinner. Really!
View from the stands.
This seems to be the only way to ensure that G's ponytail stays put.
Georgia wasn't as scared by the crowds this year (I think her Disney princesses experience may have taught her something).
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