Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Somehow it's already Saturday morning. The past week was a blur. We came home on Sunday night and have been going non-stop ever since. We've perfected our tag-team operation and have done a great job of getting things done one at a time while the other holds down the fort (i.e. assumes responsibility for keeping Gavin relatively happy and alive). Dylan's been gone a little bit, then back, then gone again, there's been work and mountains of laundry, appointments, some fun on the bike, a little of this, a little of that, and man am I ready to take it easy this weekend.

The highlight of the week was our overnight date in downtown Phoenix. Dylan's boss has season tickets to the Diamondbacks in the front row, just to the right of home plate, and he gave the tickets to his pilots for Tuesday night. I'm not much of a baseball (or sports) fan, but sitting in the front row is pretty incredible. We met Kevin and Maureen at Chase Field and satisfied our appetites with densely caloric food while sometimes paying attention to the game. Dylan got us a room at the Renaissance downtown, and beforehand he and I moseyed around, took a break at Cartel, and enjoyed happy hour at some sushi place. Gavin stayed with Nonna and Papa for the night, and they met us the next morning at swim lessons. Good times! We have our fingers crossed that the tickets might be offered to us again some time.

Enjoying a meal, and all his favorite toys, at Nonna's house.

Playing with Papa

Met up with my mom to wish her a happy birthday after work on Thursday. Gavin was a real delight. Typical post-daycare attitude.

Yeah, he's been a big pill lately.

Gavin chose a different mode of transportation for our walk with the dogs this morning.

Hmm, I guess that's about it. Gavin's been real into singing the A-B-Cs, but after he sings A-B-C-D he moves onto to naming every type of vehicle (tractor, bike, airplane, bus, car, etc) and then every member of his family. He recently added "house" and "Ramona" to the line-up. I love his singing. So much more than I love his screaming. Oh, and his Grandpa (who he calls Kah-ha) gave him a Micro Machine truck, which he calls Baby Truck, and he will never, not ever, release it from his grip. Not even for his bath. He sleeps with it every night and at nap time. I'm pretty sure if Micro Machines were still on the market that we'd eventually end up with a house full of them. Keeping track of Baby Truck has proven to be a bit of a challenge, but so far we've done a great job! Now Gavin is down for his nap. I have a spare second at home, which can only lead to one thing...the wheels are turning in my brain for how to redecorate yet again, and I've already managed to rearrange some furniture. (Who knew it was so easy to move a sofa by oneself!)