Monday, October 17, 2011
We're football watchers in our house. I was not always a football fan, and neither was Adam (which is hilarious since he's been "forced" to go to Baltimore Ravens games since their arrival in Memorial Stadium in 1996). But somehow, we both enjoy it now. Adam's dad John has season tickets, right next to his cousins and uncle. Uncle Beanie passed away almost 2 years ago, but they kept his seat. Now that I think of it, Adam's Great Uncle Beanie was definitely my favorite of his relatives. Once at a family cookout, I said something, nothing important, just chiming in, but no one heard. I'm sure John was loudly telling a story, probably about how woman are bad drivers or something equally obnoxious, and Beanie looked at me and said "Speak up, don't let him bully you!" Anyway, the good part about the season tickets used to be that I got to go to a game or 2. The bad part is that now with James here, I stay home with the baby while the boys go watch the game. I really don't mind... much. I would like to go, but I am usually okay with hanging out with James for an afternoon. Sometimes he is grumpy and I'd like to pass him off to his father. Yesterday was a mix. We had fun and then we had grumpiness. Either way, he was in bed at 7 and I got to have some much coveted alone time.