These are letters to Jack, my son, and my daughter, Audrey. You have given me the gift of motherhood. This is just a little gift back. I want to share my experiences with you of your childhood from my perspective of watching you grow - of being your Mom.

Monday, October 30, 2006

World Series CHAMPS!

Jack,

All I have to say about this past weekend is "WOW!!!"
The whole weekend was a whirl of excitement! Friday night - we won the World Series!!! The Cards are #1!!! You and Cal may have been asleep for the win, but you were awake for most of the Series game and then your monitors were right there for the win! So, you WERE there!!!
In retrospect, it was probably good that you weren't there for the celebration after because the adults got a little crazy:
The next morning, the effects of being Champs carried over. Your Daddy and I were relaxing on the couch the next morning, when you brought Daddy one of his shoes. He thanked you and put it on. Then, you brought me one of my shoes. I did the same. Then you brought Daddy his other shoe....

Now you had us wondering.

Daddy put on his other shoe and you brought me my other shoe and I put it on. Then, you went to the hall table, pulled down my purse, removed the car key and brought it to me.

I looked at your Daddy and said "so, where are we going? Should we let him drive, too?"

It didn't really matter where we went as long as we went somewhere because you were ready for an adventure, so we went to Dierbergs because that's where all adventurous people head, isn't it? We bought some items that we would be needing for the next evening because the guys were planning on making a Shrewsgiving meal complete with Turkey and THE WORKS!
OH - and you said Uncle Brett's name this weekend! It comes out like "bra", but it's clearly Uncle Brett that you are speaking of. Poor Uncle Brett. I don't think he got teased this bad since.... well.... EVER!

Poor, Poor Uncle Bra....
And then there was yesterday. What a day!

We took the MetroLink downtown to be a part of the World Series Celebration.
The ride in itself was one of the craziest parts of the day. It was SO crowded on the MetroLink that I thought a fight was going to break out and....if one had, your Uncle Bobby would have been the first one to throw down.

Now - he may not look it, but Uncle Bobby has a passionate streak when it comes to transportation. I've heard he becomes more than a little riled when driving the car, but this weekend we found out that that carries over to MetroLinks, too.

Bobby was the one on the crowded ride that was yelling "Stop Making Stops!" "NOOOOOOOOOOO! You CAN'T GET ON!" "HOLD THE DOORS SHUT!!!!"

A couple of times, with eyes as big as ping pong balls, you would turn your head around to look at Uncle Bobby as though you couldn't believe it.

Actually, I think you were reading my own thoughts.

Uncle Bobby the bad ass.... Once downtown, the streets were a complete jam with people everywhere dressed in all forms of costume. There was a lot of shouting and clapping and, while you weren't sure what was going on, you quickly warmed to the sentiment and were soon celebrating along with the masses. You ended up having a fantastic time.

I'm so glad we were there. It was a historic occassion and one of these days you'll be able to look back at these pictures and know that you were there!

The parade was exciting. With the throngs en mass, you and Calum could only see on the shoulders of the tallest family members.

Needless to say, I think there may have been a few sore necks the next day, but we were feeling so good from the win - there wasn't any complaining!

The parade consisted of many cars driving by with players in them, confetti in the air and music playing....
You did a lot of "OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!"ing. It really was amazing to you!

Watching your face was a lot of fun!

I think you would have been content for the celebration to continue forever!

You were a little reticent around some of the more boisterous and strange fans at the celebration and kept a watchful eye on them....

Smart boy!!!

Needless to say, we had a blast cheering on our Cardinals!

The day ended with the first (hopefully, ANNUAL) Shrewsgiving feast! Complete with a whole cooked Turkey, mashed potatoes, cornbread and stuffing - all completely 100% made by the GUYS (Thanks Da-Da, Uncle Ba-Ba and Uncle Bra!)
How's the food coming guys?

And the rating of the meal is in:

Excellent!

Wow! They can COOK! This is a secret that they have kept well protected until now and - now that we know how good they are at it - it may very well be exploited by us, the wives....

All in all, this past weekend was a weekend to end all weekends!

This is the first Monday that I remember feeling bright eyed, bushy tailed and thinking "the weekend isn't that far away!"

You went easily off to daycare this morning and I'll be seeing you soon, sweet Jack!

Love,

Mommy

P.S.

We didn't know it at the time, but when we went to the parade, we became a part of Sports Illustrated history!They were shooting a picture of the World Series Celebration of the Cardinals and we were there.See us - look really close - it's a "Where's Waldo" game, but worth it.I think this will mean a lot to you when you are older and worship the publication like other males all over the world.

1 comment:

Bridget Hall said...

wuhooo! nice post here.. :)



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