The past few months have been horribly busy at work for both the hubby & myself, so we planned a family day yesterday to give ourselves a break and time with Ella. The plan included a game at Wrigley.

It rained.

It was cold.

It was windy...really windy.

The game started an hour late.

We knew the forecast said rain, heck, even a 100% chance of rain. We peeked outside and it looked dreary, but rain? Nah...it was that drizzly rain that you can't see until you're sitting in it. And boy did we sit in it. We got to Wrigley at 1 pm for a 1:20 start to minimize non-game time at the park. Ah, the days when I'd get there when the gates opened to watch batting practice...Oh, right, back to being a mom. Miss Ella was a tad, er, emotional, I think due to not napping.

The thing with being almost 4 is that she is almost ready to skip naps. Almost. She can be pretty good most of the time, if everything goes right. Yesterday it didn't all go right, so sometimes she just broke into tears. But as soon as Daddy got her nachos, she was fine. We sat in the rain eating nachos bundled up in blankets. I even took one blanket and made a tent out of it.

She had the time of her life!

The hubby & I kept saying, "This is crazy!" Of course, I've sat thru games in weather like that before and yes, as a kid. I have somewhat fond memories of that. He never has and has always considered anyone who would to be certifiable. Hmph...maybe we are.

The game finally started and Ella had a great time. We left before the 1st inning finished. It was that cold and Ella had a bad case of "ants in her pants."

All in all, it was a fun day and it was nice to have a break in all the chaos at work. Of course, now to go back in and catch up from our mini-holiday.
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One story I failed to tell about Tuesday night.

There was a line drive foul ball that hit a kid in the section in front of us. A parent's worst nightmare. It was fast & furious, hardly time to really shield the kid. The best thing was that the crowd started cheering "Give the kid the ball!" as some dude ended up with it. After a few minutes of peer pressure, he did. Then someone started a cheer of "Buy the guy a beer!" And yes, someone got up and bought him a beer. Classic Wrigley.

And yes, I think the kid was fine. Security came and checked and I didn't see anything that said medical emergency.

Labels: Ella, family, sports