Chronology of a World Series: In Pictures

From this...

To this...

To this.

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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.

What Do Mom and Dad Do All Day?

I like going to see my friends at daycare, but I wonder what Mom and Dad are up to when I'm gone? Mom is always dressed nice when she picks me up in the afternoon, and Dad is sometimes gone for days at a time? Maybe they have fancy picnics, and Dad goes to scout out new places to have them. Maybe they are spies... like in that bad Arnold Swarzenegger movie. I don't know, but I'll ask once I can talk.

We had a fun weekend. I got to see the Michigan Marching Band march to the stadium before the game. It was fun, and there were a lot of people. Mom said that many of the people there were "tailgating". My impression of tailgating was that it's old, fat guys eating a lot of hotdogs and being loud and annoying. Doesn't sound all that great to me, but 100,000+ can't be wrong (can they?). Some students even asked me to play a game called "Beer Pong" with them as we walked by thier house. I like games, but Dad said it wasn't a good idea. It was nice that they asked, though.

We also went to a place called IKEA with Paula and John. IKEA is a big maze that sells cheap funiture that smells like Sweedish meatballs. It was a neat place. I liked the funny-looking chairs and the big bins of weird stuffed animals. I hope I meet a Sweedish person someday... I bet they'd play beer pong with me (whatever that is).

Dad and I at "The Big House"... I'm Pumped!

MEEEE-CHIGAN Wins (Daddy Rejoices)

Papa and Grammie came to visit today, and they brought my cousins Andy and Emily. We had fun. Andy played soccer and ate a lot of cookies. Emily smiled, laughed, and drooled. I have a lot in common with them.

Today was also the day of the Notre Dame/Michigan game. Mommy began the day by digging out her old Irish pillow and taunting Dad with it. Dad seemed indifferent... probably because he had been going around all week talking about how Michigan had no chance of winning. Daddy was wrong, but didn't seem too upset that he was.

Instead of watching the game, we spent the day walking around the campus and enjoying the sunshine. I saw trees, big buildings, neat fountains, and hippies. Hippies have long hair, dirty clothers, and play a lot of frisbee. They seem to travel in herds around the Diag, and complain about the government. Now though I agree that there are some do-do heads running the country, I don't think playing frisbee is going to solve any problems. Maybe it does... I'll just have to wait until college to understand how. Oh, and even I know that "Phish" should be spelled with an "F". Silly hippies.

Trees Are Funny

Every time we go outside now, Mom and Dad put more and more clothes on me. Sweaters, jeans, extra blankets... I get packed up like a Christmas present a couple times a day it seems. Mom says that it gets cold in the fall, and all these clothes will keep me warm. I like being outside, so I hope they keep bundling me up.

Dad was telling me about trees the other night, and said that many of them turn from green to red, orange, or yellow. I don't know what those colors are, but they sound neat. He said once they change color, the leaves all fall to the ground. Some people rake them up and put them in piles, others blow them around with loud elephant trunks that they carry in thier hands, and others just let them lay there. I think it'd be fun to play in a big pile of them... I hope Mom lets me.

One thing I don't get is why the trees lose thier leaves when it starts getting colder. Shouldn't they keep them on to stay warm? Why don't thier moms bundle them up like mine does? Do trees have moms, too? I hope so.

I've decided I like trees.

Monkeys, Ducks, and Doggies with Long Necks

Over the weekend, I took my first trip to the zoo. Mom, Dad, and I met Grandpa and Grandma Buck in Battle Creek at Binder Parks Zoo. I didn't really know what to expect when I heard about all of the animals I was going to see, but I figured Daddy and Grandpa would keep the dangerous ones away.

I liked the monkeys. They look like little, hairy people. There were also a lot of pretty birds. They come in so many shapes and colors, and make funny noises. Giraffes are colorful, too. I didn't know doggies could look like that.

This weekend I get to see my friends Paula and John. Paula is very nice, and I like playing with her. John is funny, too. He makes me laugh. Anyways, it should be a fun weekend.

Two Crazy Months!

I'm sorry that I haven't had time to update lately, but I'll do my best to recap.

As my last blog noted, we moved. Mom and Dad finally cleared most of the boxes out of the apartment, but they still can't find things from time to time. I like going for walks around our new neighborhood...especially to go get doughnuts in the morning (though Dad could stand to lay off the apple fritters for a while). All and all, I like it here.

This weekend I had my 2 month birthday! Mom says I've changed a lot. I'm now 23 inches long, and weigh about 11 lbs. I can hold myself up when I'm on my tummy, I smile, I can make new sounds, and I even laughed this weekend. I feel pretty old.

I also started daycare last week, and I've made a lot of friends. I like watching all of the kids play, and there's always music or games going on. My favorite part of the day, though, is whem Mommy picks me up.

It makes me smile.


Until next time...

MOVING STINKS!

So I just get settled into my new digs after 6 weeks in this world, and my folks decide to haul off and move to a new place. There are boxes and piles of stuff everywhere... I just hope I don't get packed up along with everything else.

I had a chance to see my new room this weekend, and I must say I'm impressed. Papa and Grammy Greenwald came by to help Mom and Dad paint and get things squared away. Grandpa and Grandma Buck are going to help us move Saturday. I'll have to make sure I stretch a lot so I don't throw my back out while lifting something.

...1, 2, 3 STRIKES YOU'RE OUT AT THE (REALLY) OLD BALLGAME

For those of you who are regular readers of my blog ( "Evie Mac's Pack"), you know that I went to an old-time baseball game at Greenfield Village last weekend. Mom and Dad took me, along with Grandpa and Grandma Buck and my great grandparents, Tom and Betty. We had a great time, and I learned a lot.

A bunch of old guys with funny mustaches and strange outfits came out and gave us a demonstration of how the game was played between the Civil War and the forming of modern baseball. I think that's about a million years ago. Anyways, it was neat to watch these guys play with no gloves and run around the bases the wrong way. I asked Tom what it was like living during the Civil War, but he just kept talking about this thing called a "wipple." I told him that Mom's going to buy me a "wipple-bat" when I'm old enough.

TOUCHDOWN!

As much as I've loved watching the Tigers with Mom and Dad, I'm really looking forward to football season. Dad tells me that someday I can watch a game at the "big house." I'm not sure who lives at the "big house," but I hope they have a "big TV."

I am confused about who I'm supposed to root for. Dad loves Michigan. He works for U of M, and I kinda like the funny looking helmets they wear. On the other hand, Mom likes some team called Notre Dame. I like the name, but Dad always tells me "domers are dumb." I don't really know what he's talking about, but it's always followed by "Rudy's an idiot" and something about Jesus scoring a touchdown. I don't know how Dad could root against Jesus, but he seems pretty passionate about it.

One thing they do agree on is that I can never be something called a "buckeye." They tell me that buckeyes are vile creatures who are loud, crude, and are missing teeth. I don't have any teeth, but they assure me I'm fine. I sure hope I never see a buckeye... but I hear books keep them away. I have a lot of books in my room.

It's late... I'm tired... and something stinks in my diaper. Gotta go.

ON THE GO...

So one of my favorite things to do is travel. I'm always on the go. Mom and Dad have taken me to the Ann Arbor Art Fair, to Papa and Grammy's in Grand Rapids, to Dearborn where my Great Grandparents Tom and Betty live, to the mall, to IKEA, and tons of other places. Tomorrow I'm going to see the old-time baseball game at Greenfield Village, and then I'm off to Flint to see my Great Aunt Lorraine. What can I say, I'm in demand.

Ok, ok...time to hit the road people.

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