When your husband is the #1 Razorback fan in the state, you must know, and come to accept, that many pictures will be taken of your son wearing Razorback red. While in the womb, conversations about players like Darren McFadden and Felix Jones were had with my ever-growing belly and the little man inside. The "Wild Hog" formation was explained in-uetero, and Chandler was expected to slide right out doing the hog call with his first breathe in the outside world. OK, I may be over-dramatizing (although only a little), we did spend the week preparing the little guy for his first trip to "The Hill". We played the fight song for him over and over again, and we pulled out the entire razorback wardrobe on Saturday morning.You should have seen the pride on daddy's face when carrying his future linebacker around, decked out literally to his toes in Razorback attire. (please note that even his socks are screaming Arkansas Razorbacks!) Chandler did not actually attend the game. Why, you ask?? Well, if you have seen him lately, you know that Coach Petrino would have taken one look at our chunky specimen of baby bulge, and immediately began recruitung him for the 2026 team!!! We are not quite ready for that much stressful publicity, so for now, we are keeping him our little secret. Honestly, Chandler is scared when they clap at church, therefore we figured that the tuba playing in his ears would not go over real well, so Chandler and I hung out with some great friends in Fayetteville and took in some great mexican food while Jeff and his friend Josh took in hotdogs and first downs at the stadium. None the less, a monumental date in Chandler's life, and overall, a great weekend!!!
