It’s always been a pet-peeve of mine when I answer my door on Halloween only to find a parent holding a bag open wanting candy “for the baby.” Right…your twelve pound child can’t wait to score a full-size Snickers bar. Two Tootsie Rolls for you.
So we celebrated Halloween by going to the Blues game. Much like we celebrate 41 other nights during the year (more if we make it to the playoffs). Thankfully, Cam does really well at the games. He tends to watch everyone around us, and the jumbotron. At some point, he wants to eat (I’m sure it’s rare for women to nurse at hockey games, but if the kid has to eat I have no problem feeding him in public) and then conks out for awhile. Our hope is he gets used to game nights now, so he will behave well in the future. And if he doesn’t share our love of hockey, Chris will wonder where he came from.
Especially if he ends up a baseball fan…
2 comments:
Baseball isn't too fat off, I am his aunt after all!
Good luck with that.
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