This morning I just heard the following beautiful words come out of my daughter's mouth:
"No, I want Daddy to play horsies with me!"
And the clouds parted and the heavenly angels sang as I replied "well, fantastic! Chop chop, Daddy!" and made a beeline for the laptop.
I mean, I love a good round of playing horsies and all...but let's just say that in between posting a RECORD amount of blog entries this weekend (you're welcome), there's been a whole lot of playing horsies and undressing Barbies going on in my life.
Today is the day we go to the Mariners game!
My sister Alisa, her husband JD, and her two kids (Zoey's beloved cousins, Finley and Avelyn), plus Bryan, Zoey and I are all going to ride the Sounder train from Puyallup up to Seattle for the game. The tickets were our Father's Day gift to JD and Bryan. I'm wondering what the highlight of the day will be, from our kids' point of view--riding the train, watching baseball live and in person, or the Mariners Moose. (The mascot is still a moose, right? Trust me, it's been some time since I've gone to a Mariners game.)
And now, I'm off to pack a bag full of snacks (Zoey is stoked to help me pop "real" popcorn on the stove), and convince my child that she needs to wear pants today instead of the requisite "bah-nina" (ballerina) skirt she's been favoring lately. We'll see who wins the battle.
4 comments:
I personally think a ballerina skirt is JUST the thing to wear to a ball game. But I guess I wouldn't know, having never really gone to one myself. Haha. Good to "read" you! Glad you got to pause, take a breath and have some fun this weekend!
Wished I would have known you were there! Todd and I saw the game too! Perhaps our last game ever sans the child. You weren't one of those poor souls trying to get ice cream (kinda) in the mouth of the little ones were you? I just can't see myself doing that....
I personally think a better Father's Day gift would have been tickets to the game WITHOUT the rest of you!! :)
My husband always gets our boy ready in the mornings while I'm in the shower. Most mornings as I'm finishing, I hear screams of protest "no, not you Daddy! I want Mommy to dress me!" Ahhhh....:)
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