Chronology of a World Series: In Pictures

From this...

To this...

To this.

doh.

Where is "Heck" and why do we care that it froze over?

As you all know by now, I like watching the Tigers with Mommy and Daddy. It's one of my most favorite things to do. I like watching them run and throw and hit the ball really far. Mom says I went to a couple games this year when I was still in her tummy... I remember I liked the smell of hotdogs.

Well the Tigers get to play in this "World Series" that everybody talks about, and I guess it's a big deal. Daddy says that the last time they were this good, he was a little boy. That's a REAL long time ago. Uncle Mikey was a baby like me, which I think would have been funny to see. Anyways, I'm glad I can watch more games with Mommy and Daddy.

Yesterday I tried to crawl for the first time. It's frustrating because it looks so easy, but Mommy says I'll get the hang of it. Daddy sang the "I'm proud of you" song to me after I tried. I guess that's a song Mr. Rogers used to sing. I'm not sure who that is, but I assume he's related to Mr. T and Mr. Ed. I'm glad my name's not "Mister."

Ok, gotta go chew on my fist and drool more. Remember to root for the Tigers!

Me and My Car Seat

With all of this traveling lately, I've had the chance to get to know my car seat a lot better. I have named it "Steve". I have been down I-96 and I-94 more than I can count... which isn't saying much since I can't really count yet. Anyways, you see what I'm trying to say. Mom has been taking me with her on some of her business travel, which is nice because I can hang out with her more. It also gave me the chance to spend some time with Grandma Buck and Grammie Greenwald, so I liked that.

Today was my baptism. We went to South Haven to a pretty church right along Lake Michigan, and I got to see some family. Fr. John was the priest, and he was really nice. He was actually the same preist who baptised Mom, so he must be 200 years old or something. He looks good for 200, though.

After the ceremony we went to eat at a place called Clementine's. I played with my Great Grandma Greenwald for a while, and then with my Godfather Mike and Godmother Megan. I liked being around so many people... and they seem to like me, too.

On the way home from South Haven, we listened to the Tigers beat the Yankees on the radio. Dad was in a good mood, and I was too because that meant that I get to watch more games with him. He has taught me a lot about baseball. I know what a hit-and-run is, a suicide squeeze, and the infield fly rule. Dad said that he'll teach me more next spring. Michigan also won, so he was even happier when he heard that. Someday, I'll have to remeber to ask him to borrow the car on days like this.