Saturday, November 8, 2008

football? with the baby? I guess not!

I took Moose to a football game at my old college. It was cold, but we were bundled so that was fine. He had on his coat & a hat & mittens - he looked like Randy from A Christmas Story. So funny. We really only went to the game to see some friends who were going to be there. Otherwise the team isn't too great and I don't know many players anymore, so it's not like I really follow them or anything.
We get to the game and find my friends. We squeeze past everyone (oh and I'm already sweating from walking from far away carrying Moose) and sit down. The game had started (nap time ran a little late) and "our" team did something good (I didn't really get to see any of the game nor did I mind). Everyone cheers and claps. Moose starts BAWLING!
Tears stream down his face and he wails into my chest. He continues this until very close to half time. No, I guess he did stop a few times and just sat there, staring at the time clock. He also managed to flirt with two girls sitting behind me. He'd sit there, cry, sit there, cry, play with my buttons on my coat, cry...etc. I know he was probably annoying some people (like the football team my friends brought with them).
I knew he didn't like crowds. I knew he didn't like cheering. How did I forget? And I really did, I didn't think anything about taking him. I thought, oh he's older than last time we were around cheering, he'll be fine.
Nope! And then he didn't want his gloves on. We went to walk around during the 10 minute half time they had due to the frigid weather (we don't really have accommodations for the other team). We sat back down & Moose did NOT want to sit down. So we left.
That was fine, his hands were freezing. I wasn't watching the game. We're warmer now (not by much...we have yet to turn on our heat; we are utilizing our space heater).

3 comments:

Mark Justin Josephs said...

Sweet blog. Love to see families with strong faith...

Scarlet O'Kara said...

I have been "training" my girls to enjoy football since before they were born. Football is a way of life in the South...and my girls are G.R.I.T.S. (girls raised in the south).

Hope all is going well with you and yours...

Honey Mommy said...

Sometimes it is SO hard to take your children places. You never know how they are going to react!

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