Pibe lil muntnee jutt mon bed
Un fall opp...bupp nis add
Mamma taw dot tow, dot tow sad
Noma muntee jutt mon bed!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Daniel and Cohen: Boys of Summer
Last night was my monthly Father/Son night (the night when Kimberly has dinner with school friend(s), and I get to hang out with the kid). Normally, we just lay low at the house, doing our normal, nightly thing, sans mommy.
Over the past few weeks I've seen a sign at CoolRay Field (home of the Gwinnett Braves) advertising SEC Baseball on March 9th. UGA would be hosting Alabama in the first annual "Gwinnett Spring Classic" (or something). I decided on a whim that (against Kimberly's recommendation), I would take Cohen to the game - at least for a little while - to see how he likes it and gauge whether he'd be able to handle more games as the real baseball season goes on.
Kid freaking loved it.
Granted, we were only there for two innings (trial basis, plus bedtime, plus it was cold), but after a batter or two, he was really getting into it. After every pitch, he'd throw his hands up and yell "STRIKE!". After every ball hit, fair or foul, he pointed and said "WHOA!", then he'd spend the next 15-20 seconds telling me that the batter hit the ball and informing me where the ball went. He clapped when our team (we chose Bama) did well, and repeated my "Aww, man!", when something didn't go our way.
He didn't want to leave, but being the responsible parent that I am, I insisted that we hit the road at 7:45. We were home by 8:00, and he was bathed, pajama'd, teethbrushed and in bed by 8:30.
The night was a total success, and I cannot wait to take him to countless more games...specifically over the course of this summer, but more importantly, over the course of his childhood.
This is going to be our thing.
Over the past few weeks I've seen a sign at CoolRay Field (home of the Gwinnett Braves) advertising SEC Baseball on March 9th. UGA would be hosting Alabama in the first annual "Gwinnett Spring Classic" (or something). I decided on a whim that (against Kimberly's recommendation), I would take Cohen to the game - at least for a little while - to see how he likes it and gauge whether he'd be able to handle more games as the real baseball season goes on.
Kid freaking loved it.
Granted, we were only there for two innings (trial basis, plus bedtime, plus it was cold), but after a batter or two, he was really getting into it. After every pitch, he'd throw his hands up and yell "STRIKE!". After every ball hit, fair or foul, he pointed and said "WHOA!", then he'd spend the next 15-20 seconds telling me that the batter hit the ball and informing me where the ball went. He clapped when our team (we chose Bama) did well, and repeated my "Aww, man!", when something didn't go our way.
He didn't want to leave, but being the responsible parent that I am, I insisted that we hit the road at 7:45. We were home by 8:00, and he was bathed, pajama'd, teethbrushed and in bed by 8:30.
The night was a total success, and I cannot wait to take him to countless more games...specifically over the course of this summer, but more importantly, over the course of his childhood.
This is going to be our thing.
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