June 18th -- The Best First Father's Day Ever
I know I married good, but Whoa Nelly Fitty Cent am I a lucky hombre and a half.
Ainsley's parents arrived Saturday afternoon (Hey Long Time No See), as she had planned something for us, keeping it all under wraps subterfugey like. My dad came over, too, and before we enjoyed a lovely spinach lasagna dinner with garlic bread and boujoulais nouveaux (home-cooked meals! The concept!), she had us open our presents on Father's Day Eve, for good reason -- she had bought me, my father, and her father, tickets to take Ryan (for free) to the Washington Nationals/New York Yankees game on Father's Day up at RFK Stadium! With shirts and hats and an outfit for Ryan, too! His first baseball game! What a logistical nightmare! I mean, what a wonderful idea!
The plan was for us to ride the Metro up to the stadium, give Ryan a taste of the game and maybe a bite of a hot dog bun, and then Ainsley and her mom would come pick him up after a couple hours, leaving us adults to battle the crowds without a stroller to mess with. Unfortunately, due to stalled subway traffic, by the time we got to our seats, it was already the bottom of the fourth inning, and Ryan needed a beer.
Sorry: diaper change.
Lots of dads in the stadium for the game on a hot 92-degree day; by chance, the seats Ainsley purchased were in the corner under some shade, which made it much more comfortable. It also turned out to be the most people to ever attend a single baseball game at RFK ever (tons of Yankees fans in the stands). To top it off, after a pitcher's duel, the Nationals won it in the bottom of the 9th with a two-run home run by Ryan (!) Zimmerman. In all the professional games I've been to (and we're talking over ten!), I've never seen a game end like that. What a finish, what a game, what a day! And dad brought peanuts!
Still weird to hear "Happy Father's Day" be directed my way. I mean, I've had Bailey for eight years. :) But it's been great getting some quality time with my boy. MY boy. My boy. Weird. Although he's got my smarts. We were hanging out on the living room floor Saturday while Mommy was upstairs showering, and when she came down the stairs, Ryan was facing away from her.
"Ryan," I commanded joshingly, "Look behind you."
And he immediately turned his head back to see her.
Ainsley and I just kind of blinked at each other.
Ainsley's parents arrived Saturday afternoon (Hey Long Time No See), as she had planned something for us, keeping it all under wraps subterfugey like. My dad came over, too, and before we enjoyed a lovely spinach lasagna dinner with garlic bread and boujoulais nouveaux (home-cooked meals! The concept!), she had us open our presents on Father's Day Eve, for good reason -- she had bought me, my father, and her father, tickets to take Ryan (for free) to the Washington Nationals/New York Yankees game on Father's Day up at RFK Stadium! With shirts and hats and an outfit for Ryan, too! His first baseball game! What a logistical nightmare! I mean, what a wonderful idea!
The plan was for us to ride the Metro up to the stadium, give Ryan a taste of the game and maybe a bite of a hot dog bun, and then Ainsley and her mom would come pick him up after a couple hours, leaving us adults to battle the crowds without a stroller to mess with. Unfortunately, due to stalled subway traffic, by the time we got to our seats, it was already the bottom of the fourth inning, and Ryan needed a beer.
Sorry: diaper change.
Lots of dads in the stadium for the game on a hot 92-degree day; by chance, the seats Ainsley purchased were in the corner under some shade, which made it much more comfortable. It also turned out to be the most people to ever attend a single baseball game at RFK ever (tons of Yankees fans in the stands). To top it off, after a pitcher's duel, the Nationals won it in the bottom of the 9th with a two-run home run by Ryan (!) Zimmerman. In all the professional games I've been to (and we're talking over ten!), I've never seen a game end like that. What a finish, what a game, what a day! And dad brought peanuts!
Still weird to hear "Happy Father's Day" be directed my way. I mean, I've had Bailey for eight years. :) But it's been great getting some quality time with my boy. MY boy. My boy. Weird. Although he's got my smarts. We were hanging out on the living room floor Saturday while Mommy was upstairs showering, and when she came down the stairs, Ryan was facing away from her.
"Ryan," I commanded joshingly, "Look behind you."
And he immediately turned his head back to see her.
Ainsley and I just kind of blinked at each other.
posted by Dan at 9:09 PM
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