Baby's first basketball bracket

Baby blogworthy's first tournament is in full swing and his Daddy couldn't be more psyched. In fact, yesterday during the games, Hub set the baby  in the bumbo (which we call the bimbo because its infinitely funny to say "baby blogworthy, wanna go sit on the bimbo?") (Oh, there's CPS right now!) in front of the three tvs and let him "watch" until the baby sort of tipped over a little like somebody's drunk uncle.

I can only imagine the shenanigans that will happen when they are home together all summer.

Anydrunkbaby, the genius and epic octopi bracket pickem was just as successful as I had imagined, except we came woefully close to a pre bedtime meltdown. Hub took it very seriously. He kept saying "that hit didn't count. His arms were already up. Pull his arms down and do it again." And I'm all, dude, he doesn't even know his own name yet. I hardly think he realizes he's choosing the winner of basketball games. He just wants to hear Squidbert make those bubbly sounds.

I know in my last post about this I said he likes them both, but I sort of lied. I mean, he likes both, but definitely likes Squidbert a little more, probably because of all the sounds and jaunty seafaring medleys he plays.

Here's how it went down:

Squidbert was the higher seed always because we wanted to give Luke a little handicap. We figured he would usually go for his favorite and choose the high seed. It worked until the last region, when he decided Captain Calamari was more fun.

Then when it was all said and done, Baby Blogworthy picked Memphis to win the national championship.

We posed him with his bracket and took some pictures as I prayed that the sleep window wouldn't slam shut in the middle of our photo shoot.

At first he excited to see what his bracket looked like:

He's so advanced. Not only can he read, he can read upside down.

When Daddy told him that there was no way a 12 seed would win the NCAA National Championship, he got a little bit pissed. Then Daddy explained to him that it's OK, we all make bad NCAA choices, but at the end we just wad up our brackets and throw them angrily in the trashcan. Baby Blogworthy was one step ahead:

Nomming is more fun than wadding & throwing.

But as time went on, he became at peace with his choices.

After all, there's always next year.

By the way, did you catch that we only have three TVs this year? Downgrade.

How are your brackets looking? How many TVs did your significant others decide to put up?