At the Pro Bowl, Jason Kelce smiles with his wife Kylie and their three daughters in a sweet family portrait
Jason and Kylie are parents to daughters Bennett, Elliotte and Wyatt
Jason Kelce and his family are continuing to make memories together on the football field.
The Philadelphia Eagles center, 36, was photographed with wife Kylie, 31, and the couple’s three girls — Bennett, 11 months, Elliotte, 2½, and Wyatt, 4 — as the family of five attended the Pro Bowl together in Orlando, Florida.
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Jason and Kylie pose together, with the football star holding his daughter Bennett’s hand. Wyatt, who stands barefoot just like her dad, poses on the other side of Bennett, holding her other hand while Kylie holds baby Bennie.
Jason can also be seen playing with his daughters, twirling them around and running barefoot through the turf field.

In another video, Elliotte receives a bracelet from a female athlete, who reminds the toddler that girls can also play the sport. After receiving the bracelet, Ellie adorably runs to her dad, who lifts her onto his hip.
The Pro Bowl wasn’t the only fun the Kelce family had in Florida. All five Kelces enjoyed some time together at Walt Disney World Resort, posing for a family photo with Mickey and Minnie Mouse.
Jason repped Mickey on his shirt, while Elliotte and Wyatt, whom he held in each arm, rocked the park’s signature mouse ears.
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Jason and Kylie Kelce at Disney World.
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The two girls also enjoyed some classic Disney snacks — a hot pretzel and churro — while Bennett posed with mom Kylie.
And while the Kelce kids were all smiles in their photo with the famous mice, meeting Frozen characters Elsa and Anna was priority No. 1 for the family — and particularly eldest daughter Wyatt.
After arriving in Orlando for his seventh career Pro Bowl appearance last week, the NFL star told PHLY reporter Zach Berman, “I don’t even know what you do in the Pro Bowl anymore. But it’s down in Orlando, so I get to take my kids to Walt Disney World.”
“Not off-the-Super Bowl Walt Disney World, but as long as Wyatt gets to see Elsa, I don’t think it really matters,” he added.
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