... The day before we were supposed to go, he came down with some sort of flu. Usually he feels better within a day; however ...
1 PM on the day that we were supposed to be at the ballpark at 5:45:
"Buddy, are you sure you still feel sick?"
(from the lump under the covers on the couch that's been there all day without moving): "Yes, Mom ... I still feel sick"
"How about if we pump you full of some more cold and flu medicine? Think you can make it then? You get to be the PLAY BALL kid ... you've been rehearsing for weeks!"
"No, Mom ... not gonna happen"
So, I left a voicemail message with the marketing person, Anna, who was arranging everything. And I didn't hear back from her ... for a few weeks ... sigh ... and wonder of wonders (our team's not very great), the Indians actually WON the game we would have been at.
THEN I get a phone call. Pick one of these dates ... so I promptly did .. and here's the result:
This is when he was getting ready for the microphone to switch to him, and is really the first picture where I can see his "man face" coming out :( (he's 10; he's my youngest; I'm allowed).
We had a great time (even though our team lost), and we have memories that will last. It was great to spend some mommy time with just Bebe Boy James, doing something 'manly' like watching a game.
Enjoy them while they last; they're out of the house all too soon!