So, as pretty much everyone who reads this blog knows, there aren't many things that Jess and I like doing in the summer more than going to Cubs' games. So, eight weeks into her life, we decided to take Lucy to her first game. Despite Lucy being great, it wasn't exactly a stress free trip...a timeline....
Middle of the First - Lucy got hungry. Before this she had been sleeping for about two and a half hours, while we were at an ALS Fundraiser pre-game party at the Vic. Let's just say that next time we take her to a game, we're going to try to get her to sleep right before the game...that's the key. So, off to the Family Area/First Aid Center Jess goes.
Middle of the Third - Jess returns.
Bottom of the Third - We pretty much stop watching the game and play with Lucy. She was really cute.
Middle of the Fourth - We have a overstimulated baby on our hands, so we decide to try and walk her around to get her to sleep.
Top of the Sixth - We finally get her to sleep. By this time however we are literally in the opposite corner of the ballpark.
Bottom of the Sixth - We get back to our seets with a sleeping Lucy on our hands. Perfect.
Middle of the Seventh - Jeff Safdakfjldnvmarjda starts warming up in the bullpen. The guy behind us continues to scream "Notre Dame" at the top of his lungs (as an aside, this is Exhibit FFF in my long running series entitled "Why I hate the Domers" - look for it as a 83-part DVD to be released in the summer of 2032). That, coupled with the singing of Take Me Out to the Ballgame, set Lucy off....needless to say, our exit was quickly thereafter.
So, not exactly the most relaxing of games, but on the walk home, Jess and I both agreed that there was absolutely no question we were happy we went and that we'd pretty much always remember the day that we got to share Mom and Dad's favorite summer activity with our favorite person.
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