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Sisters vs. PawSox

Today we spent father’s day with friends and Grandmom and Pop Pop at the ballpark. We didn’t want to dip into the kid’s college savings plan so we opted, not for the Red Sox, but their minor league team just a short hop down the road in Rhode Island. An excellent bargain (8 bucks for adults, 5 for kids and grandparents, plus Ally was free) with a surprisingly strong beer selection inside the stadium.

Earlier in the week I called the ticket office to ask about tailgating before the game. There was sort of awkward pause where I could almost here the woman thinking, ‘He does know this is in Pawtucket, right?’

We would not be denied! We arrived early (free parking!) and set up our spread. Why pay park prices when you can load the kids up beforehand? Yes, we were the only ones tailgating and may have gotten some strange looks, but we had the lot to ourselves and no one hassled us. It was great. The lot fills up quickly so there were no cars driving and the kids were free to wander, pick up old trash and climb rusty fences while the adults dipped into the cooler.

My girls so far have shown little interest in throwing anything except fits and princess tea parties, but the first time novelty factor was high and we actually made it all the way to the seventh. It helped that neither team could hit, but still the seventh with a 2 and 5 year old and only one concession trip. A miracle.

Hard to think of a better way to spend Father’s Day.

Father’s Day ’11

[Ed. Note: If you catch me on an honest day or at the bottom of a scotch, I’ll readily admit that due to a crushing sense of embarrasment, I self-censor most photos on this site so that I rarely appear. One day a year, Michelle gets her revenge and digs through the pile and pulls out all the ones that make me cringe. Isn’t that what Father’s Day is all about?]

Most of you know him as Mike D, but in this house its Daddy.  His name rings out from sun up to sun down. Now the public Mike is usually reserved, thoughtful, organized, and quick-witted. However, Cecilia and I have a secret to share. When no one else is around, Daddy is SILLY.  With a capital S. At any point of the day you may see Daddy and Cecilia making up songs, practicing newly invented dances, or making rocket ships out of blankets and chairs.  Cecilia can not get enough of it and whenever Daddy is in the room, she is sure to be his trusty toddling sidekick.  She asks for Daddy to read her books, pick her up, or put her on his shoulders.  She wants to run like Daddy, shave like Daddy, and dress like Daddy in work clothes each morning. She is truly a Daddy’s girl and I have got the pictures to prove it!

[Okay, maybe that’s what Father’s Day is about.]