#marriedtoabrazilian

So, there has been a lot of soccer watching going on around here lately. Every 4 years it seems as though my husband becomes even more obsessed with "futbol" and I'm stuck watching countries I don't even care about battle it out on the soccer field for two hours three times a day. Its slightly annoying; even more so now that we have a mobile baby who doesn't understand why her dad is feeding her in the living room and refusing to make eye contact with her unless it's a commercial break.

But when Brazil plays, now that's different. Anyone who knows anything about Brazilians knows that they live and breath soccer. It's what they're known for. (That and delicious caipirinhas.) Even I get into the game when Brazil plays. I wear my yellow jersey with pride and shout at the TV like I know what's going on. (Just not too loudly because we quickly discovered that Rory is not a fan of cheering. Or booing. Or silent fist-pumping, for that matter.) Brazil is hosting the cup this year, which means the stakes are even higher.

We played Chile today and it was a nail-biter. There was 30 minutes of overtime and then it went to penalty kicks. Fortunately for Rory and I, Brazil came out on top. Here are some of my favorite snapshots from Rory's first World Cup.

Post-game family shot. Can't you just see the relief on his face? Yes, I realize I'm in need of a haircut/wash. I have an appointment next Saturday. (Will try to wash before then.)

Just the girls. I apologize for the lack of color. This filter was the only one that made posting on the internet acceptable.

The Brazilians. I predict some sort of an identity-crisis in her future.