I think I have recovered from the greatest upset in NFL history, finally. It took a day or two to lose that sick feeling that started around midway through the third quarter. I can’t remember the last sporting event that made me feel physically ill, as I watched. Even more eerie, Hadley began wailing inconsolably after Randy Moss caught the Patriot’s go ahead touchdown with just under three minutes left in the game. It was as if she sensed New England’s bid for sports immortality was ebbing and waning under the Giants final, game winning drive. Although, maybe she was just overly tired, hungry, and sensing the heightened tension in the room. In the spirit of Super Bowl betting, I say it’s a “pick ‘em.”

There is great news from the Haas household as little Miss Hadley reaches more and more milestones. Two weeks ago she began rolling over like it was her job. She had already flipped from her back to her belly a few times, but didn’t seem terribly interested, favoring a twisted, half flip, allowing her to look around without having to completely turn. Then one day she just started rolling onto her belly without a hitch and was nearly incapable of staying on her back. A week later, Ali had her mastering the next flip, from belly to back. So now, Hadley is a rolling stone to be sure, flip-flopping over and over again, rolling to various areas all around the room. She looks terribly impatient about crawling by the way.

Since the last post, Ali has begun a life of leisure with our baby girl, having left her job to stay at home to live on my teacher’s salary. Of course, her two biggest concerns are alive and well. That she will forget how to speak with adults and that Hadley will think staying at home is infinitely more boring than the day care center. Undoubtedly, Hadley will miss the level of stimulation some. The staff commented that they nicknamed our daughter Nosy Rosy, because she was always craning to see what was going on in the room with all the other kids. This is not terribly surprising, considering how distracted she can be when Ali is feeding her, scanning the room for me, if I am there, or just to eyeball her toys, making sure they are still where she left them.

All in all things have been going rather well for all of us. Both Ali and I just keep marveling at how fast our little girl is growing and learning, while trying to get the house more prepared for her graduation to mobile.