Red Sox v. Cubs

Mike made a deal with my parents a while back: if they'd get him tickets to the Cubs game when they were playing the Red Sox, he'd wear a Cubs shirt. They agreed.

He only promised the shirt, though. So we all donned our Red Sox socks, and Mike threw on his Red Sox cap. Then we headed to the game.

(my mom is a particular fan of this picture because of the score. yes, the cubs won. but the red sox won the other two games, so mike still came out on top in the end.)

First thing we had to do was buy Tennyson a hat. We forgot his at home... And it was 95 degrees and sunny outside and he's a ginger. Plus, he's found this new love for caps lately, and they look adorable on him.

(the backwards cap is tennyson's doing. he always flips them around. i think it is because the visor gets in the way of seeing things.)

 Turned out, we didn't even really need the hat for Tennyson. Our seats were perfectly in the shade and there was a breeze coming across the field right at us. It was like sitting in air conditioning. It was also a fight getting Tennyson to look at the camera for any of our pictures. He was too into what was going on down on the field. He takes after his dad.

(nothing to get over your fears and insecurities about nursing in public like nursing at wrigley field. i think if i can do it there, i can do it just about anywhere.)

 I think we may have a true fan on our hands...

(cheering for a cubs run. he made the fans around us proud. he made his dad less than proud.)

(you're out! his favorite thing we got to do at the game.)

(and like any true fan, he had to argue with grandma about how many strikes they had.)

It turned out to be the perfect afternoon. I love going to baseball games.

 Of course, that isn't all we did while we were in Chicago.

We were able to spend an afternoon at the pool. 

(by the way, i am now sure that there is nothing more damaging you can do to your ego than put on a bathing suit at 6 weeks postpartum.)

(just lounging poolside. she's a natural.)

We also built a fire one night to make s'mores. Tennyson ran around in the smoke like it was a sprinkler.

So the next day we pulled out the real sprinkler for him to play in.

(he wasn't brave enough to go in himself, so mike had to run around with him.)

(mike threw a lot of water on tennyson's face. tennyson found it hilarious.)

  

(my bossy boy telling dad "down!")

(not happy to have leaves sticking to his feet.)

I love having family nearby.