Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Can it be nearly three days since last I wrote?   Time is flying…. and our house has been a veritable HGTV commercial for the last 48 hours.   Yesterday a very imposing man installed our new flat screen TV for 6 hours.   Today there were 7 men chopping down the enormous hickory tree that grew straight through our back deck.   It  put me into a melancholy state  to watch it go, that huge old sentinel of our back yard.   Dudley responded to the 7-hour lockdown of his dog door by alternately throwing his skinny grey body against the sliding glass door, and skulking behind the couch with his blankie.   Kenny responded by…

 … dare I even write it????   …taking  a THREE HOUR NAP.

This is the 3rd time in the eleven and a half months of his precious life that he has slept that long during the day.   And I can count on two hands the number of two hour naps he’s had, so this was pretty monumental.   My house is so clean right now, I might not feel guilty when Kenny eats off the floor tomorrow.   (Come on, you all know how sneaky those Cheerios get, rolling around in the darndest places, and golly if Kenny doesn’t find them all.)

We went to an Oriole’s game again tonight, and Kenny got his first ball!   A sweet Minnesota Twins player tossed him one during batting practice.   We didn’t stay long, but once again, he proved to be his Daddy’s son.   Kenny just loves being at the park.   His thousand-watt smile never stopped, and several times he leaned his head on Casey’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around as far as they would go, as if to say, “I love you, Dad.   Thanks for taking me to the game.”

He even watches the game.   He seems to have this inner sense of when to look where, perhaps it’s in his DNA?    It seems, too, that it’s  impossible for most people to pass by without commenting on how adorable he is… what with his O’s cap tipped ever so rouge-ishly to the side, beaming from ear to ear.   (Ok, Mommy forgot the camera for the second game in a row.   But I didn’t  forget  the Cheerios.)

And now he’s sacked out in his crib, dreaming perhaps of the bright lights, the smell of hotdogs, the green, green grass on the field and being out late.   Here’s to many years of watching him watch the world in such wonder.