I hope Niall is a go-with-the-flow kind of kid, because everything has apparently been mapped out for him over the next 18 years of his life. This poor boy is going to have absolutely no say in his choice of sports or hobbies- because all of the guys in this family have already picked out his entire lineup of physical activity for every day of every season of every year.
We've got Daddy, who wants him to water ski; Uncle Pat, who wants him to play hockey; Uncle Seamus, who wants him to play football; Grampo, who wants him to play golf; Grandpop, who wants him to play basketball... and then Granny Bags would prefer that he read and play violin ;)
So we've got quite a few high expectations for him at this point. One of which is playing the part. So not only does he have to like these sports and be good at them, but he should also look pretty hardcore while doing or watching them.
Case in point, the Friday night Caps game. Uncle Pat and Daddy were getting revved up for the big season opener, so I decided to put Niall's cute little Capitals #8 Ovechkin shirt on... and left to pick up some dinner.
When I got home, I found that these hooligans turned my little angel into a some kind of meat head/ skin head. They cut the sleeves off of his adorable (and expensive) shirt and turned it into a work out muscle-tee. There's just something so wrong about looking at a 10 month old from the side and being able to see part of his nipple. What am I in for here?!