Little Wildcats

Last weekend we took the boys to Manhattan to watch our beloved Wildcats battle on the football field with Missouri.  We had tiger for lunch.  Mmmm-hmmm!

I am still recovering. Packing for and traveling with 6 males who have purple adrenaline pulsing through their veins is beyond any mamas call of duty.  I've been listening to Fleetwood Mac and ZZ Top all week just hoping that their tunes might overtake the marching band's Wabash Cannonball and its unending assault on my brain.  

All drama aside, I seriously love K-State football.  Throw in a tailgate with fantastic Farmhouse friends and sprinkle a little Aggieville on top and it's a recipe for a gooooood time. Notice I said a little Aggieville. As in Varsity Donuts and Hibachi Hut before 10:00 p.m.  Without the kids it would be Varsity Donuts, Hibachi Hut and Kites. Next year, man, next year.  

We also took a spin through campus where I attempted the impossible...

and again.....

this time with bribes and threats....

That's more like it!

While snapping the pics I was caught up in the realization that it had been almost 15 years since I last strolled through this campus harnessed with textbooks, highlighters and hopes for a certain future.  Funny how those plans change....

And, I couldn't help but envision these boys walking the same well worn sidewalks, taking in the rhythm and soul of campus, dedicating hours to study, completely engrossed in their major checking out girls and counting down the hours 'till dollar night in the 'Ville.

Someone please freeze-frame my life.  I don't want these boys to grow up.  Please stay little and let me love you forever, my little wildcats.