oh how they tease

It was a full family assault at PNC Park on Sunday. We bought two tickets (Oliver and the parent to be named later) to eight Pirate games, and bravely bought four tickets to the last Sunday game of the season, hoping Eleanor would be old enough to make it through to the end. Wow, did [...]

reaching

CD opened chocolate tonight. Really good chocolate. Really good photos? Not so much. What little photo mojo I had has left the building.

I therefore present a little gift from me, Big Papi, and the rest of the Red Sox to you. Pay no attention to the cheesy menorah and tree. 

are you shaking me off?

All of this baseball stuff with Oliver has had some unexpected consequences. Take this morning, when I asked Oliver to clear his dishes from the table. He looked at me and shook his head. Not being entirely awake, I just looked at him. He shook his head again. When I still didn’t respond in what [...]

have a seat

Today wasn’t exactly all that and a bag of chips, but it was not without a few silly moments. Eleanor was clearly not herself when she got up. She insisted on bringing Dolly and her cow to breakfast and would not put them down under any circumstances. The few bites of waffle she ate came [...]

syllables

I have to post this now or I’ll forget. I don’t function particularly well on 4 hours of sleep. Damn you Major League Baseball for scheduling the Red Sox for 10pm eastern time. Don’t do that again, please, mkay? It was worth it to see John Lester’s pitching, Jason Bay hit a homer, and Big [...]

da da da…da da da

Since going to Maine and spending a few too many mornings watching Breakfast With the Sox, Oliver loves to watch SportsCenter in the morning. He asks for “highlights baseball” (not unusual, since he also talks about the “fieldouters”) every morning. This morning we turned it on just in time for him to see a  bit [...]

sewer lady

Oliver loves baseball cards. He got a small pack at at Pirate game a while back and has taken to holding them in the car. As soon as his buckle is snapped into place he asks for his cards, usually remembering which two he brought along and asking for them by name. Not all the [...]

the trade

It’s taken me a few days to recover from last week’s monumental event. No, not the day I spent without children in Maine, doing whatever I wanted (shopping, eating, shopping, and a cooking class). I am referring to The Trade that sent Manny Ramirez to the Dodgers, Jason Bay to the Red Sox, and four [...]

my son, the bobblehead

We live for baseball these days. Oliver mentions baseball within five minutes of being awake most days. If he cries out in the night he usually tells me his bad dream was about baseball (though alas, he refuses to divulge further details). Before I went back to work I typically played baseball with him for [...]

rainout? I can get us a rainout!

It seems all I need to do is buy tickets to a Pirate game and suddenly I can predict the weather. It will rain. A little or a lot, I can’t say, but if I have tickets rain is a sure thing. 

I have tickets to tomorrow’s game. I should probably warn the team when this [...]