Go Gators

Rosemary is a Gator--there's no way around it. Jonathan and I are both UF grads, she was born in Gainesville, even her first hair accessory was a Gator bow. So despite the efforts of our Bama-fan minister, she's going to be a Gator.

This was especially evident this weekend. She's starting to say "Gator" whenever she sees the Gator head logo and occassionally does the Gator chomp (though we're still working on doing it on cue). However, yesterday during the first football game of the season, she really started to show her orange and blue blood when she actually watched the game. Now, Rosemary could really care less about television, but when the game was on she crawled up on the couch and sat down beside me with her eyes glued to the set. When someone would get tackled she'd say, "Whoa!" (a la Joey Lawrence on Blossom) and point. Alas, the rain delay completely ended her interest in the game, but her earlier actions confirmed what we already knew: she's definitely a Gator.

Our little Gator fan.