OK - here's Jax in his going-home clothes, being held by (we openly show her face now) hims momma Angela:

                         

Folks who've nursed babies will recognize Jax's expression here - it means "hey - I smell Momma. Where's the groceries?"

Jax is not the least bit concerned about the fact that, at the time this picture was taken, the Crimson Tide of the University of Alabama was at Tiger Stadium in Baton Rouge, LA, and either the score was tied, or Bama was behind (up until this game, Bama had only trailed for 1:15 all year). No, Jax still lives in the world where he's fed, or he's not - and his diaper needs changing, or it doesn't. That's pretty much it. Currently he has the mental capacity of a Cocker Spaniel (although he's considerably cuter). We have hopes that that will change; however, so far I've had three Puckett boys, and they are all stick stuck in the "Cocker Spaniel cranium" phase.

This was Jax's first Alabama game, and he handled the noise and excitement rather well - slept through most of it, in fact. (N.B. - I have some friends in Utah who had their first child some years back. When the boy was about two years old, the mother brought him to a meeting that I attended; upon hearing my voice, the toddler started crying. I asked her what was wrong - she said that he'd never heard anyone shouting before. Being raised in a house full of Alabama fans, Jax will probably not suffer from that sort of sensitivity to loud noises :)

Strangely enough, the parents wouldn't let Papaw hold the bady during the game - seems that they were concerned that I might toss Jax up in the air if we scored, or slam him into the ground if LSU scored, so I had to wait until halftime to get in any babysitting time:

                         


So we watched the LSU game and ate shrimp etufe and didn't toss the baby at all, even though the game went into overtime (my poor mother; she couldn't stand it when Bama got behind. Sometime in the third quarter, she had to get up and get out of the den and she just paced back and forth in her hallway, unable to watch the game until it was over, and even then she misread the score and thought Bama had lost. I had to call her and tell her that, no, Bama won in overtime :)

We won't get to see Jax this weekend, as Floyd's mother is coming out from Alabama to visit; since we're the local grandparents, we have the privilege of seeing him anytime, so we'll keep away and let her have her baby time. And the Mississippi State game, while an SEC game and thus not a gimme by any means, should not require the full juju of a Puckett Party (besides, I'm just NOT gonna eat bulldog. I don't even know where we could get any bulldog).