Sharing in History Being Made

Well.  It's been an exciting and tense few days in our household.

My husband is a HUGE Red Sox fan.  The Red Sox happened to be playing in Baltimore ON Rob's birthday and the day after - so weeks ago, I bought tickets to the only game we could get to (when Rob wasn't working and we didn't have plans) on September 28th - the day after Rob's birthday.

Those of you who follow baseball (myself clearly NOT included) know that it's been a rough month for Boston.  September 1st, they were 9.5 games ahead of any other team in line for the Wild Card spot in the playoffs.  By this weekend, they were tied for the spot with Tampa Bay...

For Rob's birthday, the Red Sox beat the Orioles - maintaining the tie with the Rays for the Wild Card spot.  So the game we were going to was THE game!  The Red Sox had to win to either maintain the tie OR beat the Rays...depending on the Rays v. Yankees game going on at the same time.


Despite the 3 hour trip to Baltimore - we got there on time and took our seats - with LOADS of Red Sox fans, front row in the outfield just behind 3rd base.  Front row!

We were ahead all game, stopped for a rain delay for over an hour - and picked back up at 11:00pm.  Meanwhile, the Yanks were crushing the Rays.  But, yes, it all turned around for the Rays (who caught up with 6 runs in one inning and tied it up, putting the game into major extra innings).

But heres the deal.  Yes, the Red Sox lost in the last seconds of the game after having been ahead the whole game.  And yes, the Rays made a RIDICULOUS turn-around and actually won (after having been 7-0 for the first 7 innings against NYY).  But, my husband and I were able to go out together, sit in the front row, and enjoy a beautiful evening together.  We watched history being made (yes, the biggest downfall in the history of baseball), but we were there.

I told Rob as we drove (the LONG drive) home - in a year or two, I won't remember the winner or the loser - or the details of the game, but I will remember having gone out with him.  Having sat among comrades routing for Boston, cheering together and watching the rain - with Rob.  Because I love him.



In the words from Fever Pitch, "You love the Red Sox, but have they ever loved you back?"

I love you back, Robbie.  Next year, will be the start of a fresh season... and we'll go to Boston and it'll be awesome.  Until then, we'll know that we watched history happen and we'll remember that next year can't be worst!

Pinterest

Why the *beep* has no one told me about Pinterest until now?

I may never accomplish anything again in my whole life because I'll be too busy looking at all the cool things I COULD be doing/making/creating/accomplishing.

Hair.

I was so excited when our baby had hair!  And SOO proud that she didn't lose it during her first couple of months.

But now, we have sort of a reverse monk thing going on:

This Weekend

1. Scrape the caulk from the shower.
Check.

2. Clean the shower.
Check.

3. Run to Lowes to buy the 2nd variety of caulk.
Check.

4. Caulk the shower.
Check.

5. Put together the shed.
Check.

6. Fill the shed with junk.
Check.

7. Find loads of junk to donate to the upcoming yard sale.
Check.

8. Bathe our child.
Check.

9. Sit around eating brownies AND ice cream.
Check.

10. Fall asleep with the lights on (again).
Check.


We've had a big weekend so far.  Also, caulking the shower is way more fun/satisfying than you would think.  I highly recommend it if you have some time.

Earthquake. Hurricane. Rhyming.

Well, it's been a tumultuous week.  With the earthquake and Hurricane Irene, I feel like I should have some profound thoughts about the happenings in the world...and yet, I don't have much to say.

Truly, something much more shallow has been on my mind.
What's been annoying me lately is when people (particularly musicians) try to "rhyme" words with themselves.  These aren't, in fact, rhymes.  By their very definition - rhymes are two DIFFERENT words that sound alike.  Words "rhymed" with themselves aren't rhymes - they're repetitions.

Here's an example:

George Straight's new song "Here for a Good Time"
Regardless of the outrageously country/hickish content of the song, it's a good example of my annoyance AND has been catalytic in rejuvenating this pet peeve of mine.

I ain't here for a long TIME
I'm here for a good TIME
So bring on the sunshine
To beep with the red wine
Pour me some moonshine

Time and Time don't rhyme!!!!! (Haha.  But Time and Rhyme do)
There are some great songs and poems in which the last word is repeated purposefully, not as a rhyme, but for emphasis and effect.  Perfectly acceptable.  Consistent, intentional, and thought out.  However, in this stupid song, he isn't trying to repeat himself (as indicated by the three lines actually rhyme that AREN'T repetitious) - he's just dumb at words that SOUND alike, but aren't actually the same word.


Sorry for the rant.  Does anyone else share this pet peeve, or am I a crazy?  I can take it if I am.  But the rhyming thing will still bug me.

2 Months

Well - time flies!

Keira is 2 months already and growing like a weed.  We went to the doctors for her 2 month checkup and got rave reviews.

She's 12 pounds 12 ounces, 24 inches long, with a 16 inch head.  If you're thinking that's large, you're right.  She's at 92% for weight, 96% length, and 90% head size (which I was thankful for...though that seems huge, the rest of her is catching up to her head).  She's eating and sleeping well.  She does, however, have random bouts of mega spit-up and is drooling like a feind.

Just for some perspective, my mom told me that all five of us kids were right at 17 pounds for our first birthdays...and we were big at birth.  So, yeah.  Keira is almost 13 pounds at 2 months... our little amazon.

AND for the BEST news of all...Keira has been social smiling for 2 weeks now!!!!  No lie, it is the best thing in the world, not just to have her smile, but to smile at YOU.  BEST THING EVER.
We had no idea the joy that she would bring to our family.  What a blessing you are, Keira.

Dobbleganger

Ed said that our kid looks like Winston Churchill.

He's not wrong.



But she's happier than he was.