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So, yesterday was picture day at Nora's daycare. They take every kid's picture and then a couple weeks later, we get to see the prints and can buy as much or as little as we want. Although it lacks the control of taking the kids to a photographer ourselves, it also lacks the stress of taking them to a photographer ourselves. Unfortunately, Nora wanted nothing to do with it.
In her last photos from daycare, she had this demure, serious-beyond-her-years look that was the result of her not wanting to smile for the photographer. Yesterday, though, she took her protest to a new level and apparently stood there with her arms crossed and refused to go in front of the camera. I can imagine that her face looked something like this.
She does have a lovely smile though, when she decides to share it.
It's too bad, but hey, I also admire her moxie (even if it's really only a 2-year-old declaring her independence). She's got spunk, that little one.
It's October 13th, which isn't just Columbus Day, it's also the day we began potty training Nora AND the premiere of the new "WhoBob WhatPants" SpongeBob TV special. I'll give you one guess which event Owen has been anticipating by marking off calendar days since the beginning of the month.
The Brewers won yesterday, staving off elimination for now, and avoiding a sweep. It was obvious from the mood in the stands that the fans who came out felt they played an important role. After losing two in Philadelphia, the Brewers were home, and maybe, just maybe, if we all cheered loud enough, we could propel our team to a victory. Well, it worked -- that and an aging pitcher who threw more than his fair share of balls.
I have never been to a baseball game like that. The crowd was crazy intense. Every pitch, every strike, every hit was a reason to leap to your feet and YELL. In the paper today, I read one fan's description of the crowd, that it was like popping a shaken up beer that sprays everywhere. It was electric. And it started hours before the game. The parking lots were packed with tailgaters. It was a sea of people as almost every vehicle pulled out a grill and some chairs as the occupants sat down to relish the taste of playoff baseball in Milwaukee. My clothes still smell like grill because the smoke was just everywhere.
And so baseball fever continues in the Brew City for one more day. Today I'll be taking the kids to pick pumpkins and apples (I promised Owen that Sunday was "pumpkin day") and then we'll hightail it home to watch the game at noon.
