Is a quietly sleeping baby at 8:30 at night. 8 days later, and Chase is starting to get the picture - just because Momma and Daddy leave the room, does not mean that the end of the world has come. I hope I'm not jinxing us, but it is such a lovely feeling to know that my baby boy (more boy than baby these days), is soundly and happily sleeping in his own room, all on his own. I know that there will be hiccups in his sleep as we pass different milestones, but finally there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Thanks, Cecilia, for the book and advice!
It's All-Star night...possibly my second favorite sporting event of the entire year. The First Saturday in May will always be my favorite, and World Series time a close third, but I have such great memories of the All-Star game. It's the one night when nobody's an ass, and you just get to see people playing the sport that they love for the people that love them. While I think all professional athletes are grossly overpaid in the grand scheme of our economic system, I love nothing more than the smell of fresh-cut grass, the sound of cleats on dirt, the ceremonial jump over the baseline...baseball, in a word, is summer. If I'd either (1) been alive during WWII or (2) been born a boy, as expected, I would have followed every chance to play professionally. Since I discovered at an early age that I would not be an MLB All-Star, I decided to worship them instead. Some girls had Backstreet Boys posters, or Hansen, but I had Chipper Jones, Derek Jeter, and Javier Lopez. I just knew that I was going to marry Derek Jeter...my dad used to tease me and say "Your baseball husband's on TV!" Then there was this whole gag that Joe Torre was my baseball father-in-law, and he's such an Eeyore...ah, my family is a little crazy.
So, needless to say, tonight is sentimental. Chipper is 40 (what?!?!), and this is likely his last All-Star game. Yeah...I cried when they introduced him and he got such a great response. Isn't it crazy how this man I've never met has come to symbolize an ideal? He's such an all-around great player and leader. He's overcome injury after injury, and hasn't chased fame and fortune. In a world of steroids and corruption, he's stayed true to himself and his team. He didn't chase a higher dollar contract when he was a free agent; he stayed with his team because he loves his team. I hope they move him onto the coaching staff for the Braves...I just don't know how the team will be the same without him.
We're having some pretty awesome storms tonight, so I should probably close the computer and go fold clothes. Ugh...worst chore ever. I don't mind any other chore, really, but I CANNOT STAND folding clothes. But nobody else can do it, because I'm also annoyingly picky about how things are folded, and my dear husband tries, but he doesn't even fold towels "right." I could say I love him anyway, but I think that statement should be reversed in this case.
Go National League!
LC
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