A few weekends ago, M won the office raffle and got his company's tickets to see the Yankees. I took Monkey with me.
We had a blast. It was wonderful, sunny and warm - OK hot. We slathered on sunscreen and went on our way with sufficient UVA/UVB protection. Did I mention it was hot out? Apparently our cheeks got so red and flushed from the heat that strangers were taking pity on our nordic skin, and offering up sunblock to us, unbidden. (and who ever said New Yorkers didn't care? all together now, awwwwww.......)
Two seasons ago we took Monkey to see the Phillies play, and she became a fan (of the Phunatic, their mascot) - when they went on to win the Championship, M groused about how it wasn't fair that in her first year of fandom, her team won. He's a fan of the Milwaukee Brewers, so you can imagine why he's bitter.
The last thing that M said as we headed out the door was "Do not convert her to a Yankees fan!".........and I didn't try. Really, I didn't.
But when someone asked Monkey how the game was? She said she loved it. And that she loved the Yankees! What can I say? She's my kid.
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Monday, July 27, 2009
So apparently she's like her daddy
So the new Yankee stadium is wonderful. Wide, open spaces. Bathrooms not right ON TOP of the beer lines. Really, a pleasant space to enjoy a game! We had seats in the shade, with a beautiful view of the field. And it was great weather. It was a perfect day to take in a game with my little girl.
Too bad Jellybean and I saw exactly 1.5 at bats. Yeah, you read that correctly. 1.5……and then we were done.
Jellybean was great on the subway. She was charming in my lap. She was happy to sit and wonder at the crowd…..until it roared with appreciation at a great play. When the crowd got loud, and the PA system blared, she looked shocked, her lip started trembling, and then she started to cry. No, she started to scream. By the time I was able to walk up to the concourse in search of a quieter spot she looked like JackJack, from The Incredibles, when his face turned bright red and he burst into flames. SCREAMING.
A screaming baby at Yankee Stadium? NO FUN.
A screaming baby at Yankee Stadium when a Yankees Official notices and ushers you into a private elevator so you can sit in a luxurious leather couch in a cool, superbly air conditioned lounge for the private Suite ticketholders? SCORE!!!
Eventually she calmed down. So we tried again. And……….no. Nope. Noparino. No way, man. And plain old HELL NO. She was not happy.
We went home.
I guess she likes the Brewers like her daddy.
Too bad Jellybean and I saw exactly 1.5 at bats. Yeah, you read that correctly. 1.5……and then we were done.
Jellybean was great on the subway. She was charming in my lap. She was happy to sit and wonder at the crowd…..until it roared with appreciation at a great play. When the crowd got loud, and the PA system blared, she looked shocked, her lip started trembling, and then she started to cry. No, she started to scream. By the time I was able to walk up to the concourse in search of a quieter spot she looked like JackJack, from The Incredibles, when his face turned bright red and he burst into flames. SCREAMING.
A screaming baby at Yankee Stadium? NO FUN.
A screaming baby at Yankee Stadium when a Yankees Official notices and ushers you into a private elevator so you can sit in a luxurious leather couch in a cool, superbly air conditioned lounge for the private Suite ticketholders? SCORE!!!
Eventually she calmed down. So we tried again. And……….no. Nope. Noparino. No way, man. And plain old HELL NO. She was not happy.
We went home.
I guess she likes the Brewers like her daddy.
Monday, May 11, 2009
the Observer Principle...
We signed Monkey up for an "enrichment" program at school - soccer classes. And according to her "coach," when I am not there, Monkey does a great job.
But, every single time I get there early enough to watch......meh, she won't play. She will kick the ball maybe once, then she lands on the ball or hides in the corner, or generally just declines to play - often swaying back and forth, saying "but I don't WANT to....." It's like that scientific principle that, by virtue of observing something, you change it. Which means that the tree falls in the woods and no one knows what it sounds like or, um, something like that.
But, every single time I get there early enough to watch......meh, she won't play. She will kick the ball maybe once, then she lands on the ball or hides in the corner, or generally just declines to play - often swaying back and forth, saying "but I don't WANT to....." It's like that scientific principle that, by virtue of observing something, you change it. Which means that the tree falls in the woods and no one knows what it sounds like or, um, something like that.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Baseball Mania
Monkey is a baseball fan. It's official. And she is SO her daddy's daughter, it is amazing.
Saturday we drove down to Philadelphia and took in a Phillies Brewers game. Yes, M is a devout Brewers fan, what can I say (except go Yankees!). We met one of Matt's good friends and his wife and 10 year old son at the game. They live in Baltimore, so we both split the difference and met in the middle.
Monkey not only enjoyed herself, but we made it through 9 innings with her! She adores the Phillie's mascot, the Phanatic, asking where the "monster" was and laughing with delight when they showed the mascot on the big screen.
There was even a cool kids playground with slides and playground equipment. We would have stayed longer but they had to close it down after some kid puked down the circular slide. Eeeuw.
We sent Monkey to school this morning wearing her Phillie's "tattoo" (of the mascot, of course) and she was showing it off to her teacher when I left.
Now, if I could only talk M into getting Yankee's season tickets......
Saturday we drove down to Philadelphia and took in a Phillies Brewers game. Yes, M is a devout Brewers fan, what can I say (except go Yankees!). We met one of Matt's good friends and his wife and 10 year old son at the game. They live in Baltimore, so we both split the difference and met in the middle.
Monkey not only enjoyed herself, but we made it through 9 innings with her! She adores the Phillie's mascot, the Phanatic, asking where the "monster" was and laughing with delight when they showed the mascot on the big screen.
There was even a cool kids playground with slides and playground equipment. We would have stayed longer but they had to close it down after some kid puked down the circular slide. Eeeuw.
We sent Monkey to school this morning wearing her Phillie's "tattoo" (of the mascot, of course) and she was showing it off to her teacher when I left.
Now, if I could only talk M into getting Yankee's season tickets......
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