I’m pooped today. I was going to attempt to meet the playgroup for a walk this morning, but Chance went to his first hockey game last night (and late night = late morning). We got last minute box tickets, which were perfect because there was floor to crawl on, it wasn’t as loud as the stadium seating, and there were plenty of ladies one box over for Chance to flirt with through the glass. When he wasn’t watching the game intently, of course. Everyone was quite impressed that we had a 10-month-old fan in the making. But I think it’s more akin to watching fish in a tank… all those players skating around on the ice seen from up high, not to mention the lightshow and the crazy fans chanting and waving their arms; it should hold a baby’s attention. Oh yeah, and the zambonis were a big hit.
I have a list of things I’ve been meaning to write/post about that I haven’t gotten to, including an update of the Things They Don’t Tell You list (and if anyone has additions they’d like to add please feel free to email me or comment) and Baby Palmistry (you’re intrigued already, aren’t you?). But right at the moment, I need a catnap. Here’s a couple of pics from last night instead. - wg