Evelyn's First Red Sox Game!

We went to beautiful AT&T Park to watch the Red Sox take on the Giants on a warm, sunny afternoon yesterday. The Sox won for Evelyn's first game, and she had a blast looking around at all the people, the flags, and the birds flying about. Not so much the baseball, though.

Story Hour!

I love the Sunnyvale Lapsit for babies. Our local library puts on a great little program weekly for babies, complete with puppets, singing, stories, and a whole mess of babies trying to gnaw on books and poke each other in the eyeball. It's infant nirvana, basically.

Today, my little darlin' woke up from her nap just as the program was starting, so I whisked her, pajamas and sweaty bed-head and all, into the car. I noticed a certain pungency of diaper as I was getting her out of the car, but we were late as it was and the program only lasts for about half an hour anyway, so I figured I'd just let her stew for fifteen minutes. It was crowded, and I'm pretty sure that more than one mother noticed the poopy reek emanating from Evelyn. I think the cartoonish green stink waves above her bottom gave it away. Do I even need to mention that I was the last one to straggle in, and every other kid was groomed and wearing a daytime appropriate outfit? I also didn't see any other mothers licking their fingers to scrape the crusty sweet potato off of their kid's forehead.

Anyway, the singing and the stories and the puppets were great, and Evelyn did not care a whit about her diaper cargo. Once we were done, I went into the bathroom to clean her up. Did I ever mention that Evelyn likes to move? All the time? No matter where she is or how much poop she may climb into? To combat this, I gave her my sunglasses to play with in an attempt to keep her laying down. As I was changing her, she somehow banked my sunglasses off the toilet paper dispenser into the toilet. Have you ever tried to wash a pair of sunglasses in a public restroom sink while holding a 9 month old? In case you forgot, 9 month olds are the ones who are obsessed with their newfound standing and crawling skills, and DO NOT like to be held or sit still. I also had to one-handed because I had just stuck the other one into the toilet to retrieve my sunglasses.

I figure if I start now, I might be ready with a dressed and clean baby by next week's lapsit. No promises, though.

Appreciation

It's kind of sad. I know, deep in my heart, that Evelyn will probably never truly appreciate me and her dad. She'll probably think we're superheroes until she's about 8, disdain us when she's a pre-teen/teen, hopefully think we're alright after all when she's in her early twenties, and might even have an epiphany about how much we love her when she has kids of her own. But will she know that I just spent almost an hour researching and deciding on the absolute best shape sorting toy out there (which, by the way, costs twenty-five bucks for some dadgum reason)? Will she know that her dad used to rock her to sleep every night until he got a repetitive stress injury in his wrist? Will she know that we could have been in Hawaii RIGHT NOW if it wasn't for her?

Nope. And still, I love being a parent.

My Little Booger-Bear

My brother took this photo over Christmas this year. I'd forgotten what a little baldy she was!