Owen has become very interested in watching football. I’m not sure if it’s because I do it, or because he enjoys saying “all fall down” whenever someone gets tackled, or if he is really interested in what’s going on.
Last week, Mary was at a rehearsal at church during the last Titans’ preseason game, so I told Owen that after dinner we could watch football together. He was so excited that I had to turn it on early and let him sit and watch the pre-game stuff. By the time the game started, though, he was asleep. I took him to his room to put him to bed, but while I was changing him, he woke up, and started crying because we weren’t watching football. I put his PJ’s on and took him back in to watch more of the game.
Before long, he was asleep again, so I picked him up and carried him towards his room. He woke up pretty quickly, and immediately said “no sleep – watch football”. So, I took him to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and then took him back in to watch the game with me. This time, he didn’t even try to watch the game, though – he fell asleep on my chest. So, at the next break, I put him to bed. He whined a little as I took him to his room, but once he saw his bed, I think he realized how much he wanted it, and he laid right down.
Since football (and the occasional movie) is about all we watch as far as TV (or the computer, in our case) goes, I had just assumed that Owen’s fascination with it was just about “watching” in general. That is, until last night.
Yesterday, the weather was nice, so we thought we’d pack some sandwiches for dinner and head to a local park to eat outside and let Owen play on the playground. Usually, he’s pretty interested in slides and swings and climbing things, but at this particular park, there were several groups of kids having football practices (full pads and everything). Owen was totally consumed with what they were doing, and I had to hold him back from getting to close to them. He had no desire to go swing or slide until I eventually just drug him away and distracted him enough to get him to play on the playground.
He’s always been pretty fascinated by other kids – especially ones just a little bigger than himself. It’s like he realizes that they are not that far ahead of where he is, so he wants to see what they can do and figure out if he can do it himself. Maybe the combination of the familiar football outfits and little kids (some of these were only about 5 or 6) was what interested him so much. All of the sudden, football was not just something we watched on the computer – it was something little kids could do.
Whatever the reason, I was surprised at how interested he was. I’m pretty sure Mary would prefer that he be interested in baseball or just about any other sport where the players don’t hit each other so hard, but I think all the running and crashing and tackling is what interests him so much. Maybe as he gets older he can appreciate some other sports. If he has any athletic ability, though, he almost certainly will have gotten it from Mary.