The littlest fan.

Yesterday, Harper got to attend her very first MLB Postseason game, thanks to her Poppi who is a very cool old man and got us all the tickets. (Thank you, Poppi!)

Although it was a tragic Tigers loss to the Oakland A's, it was a great day! Everyone was hopeful that all the up-and-down the steps of the stadium would push me into labor, but no luck. I'm still here today, pregnant and annoyed about it.

The whole fam-damily, minus the Connecticut piece of us.

Harper and I managed to squeeze into this delightful non-maternity hoodie.

Also? Hi, Paws!

'Merica!

And I don't have photos to prove it because it all happened so fast, but Harper also got on the Jumbotron during the game! She's totally famous.

Go Tigers!

The Detroit Tigers are going to the World Series, baby! And the kiddos at Daycare are just as excited as the grown ups. Look what they did today - a parade!

Some Things Never Change.

It's a running joke in my family that I wasn't exactly Betty Homemaker back in my single days. Sure, I could whip up the occasional Banana Bread (Grandma's recipe...omg thee best) and my tuna noodle cassserole would literally make your momma cry.

However, at least once a week my dinner would be (not kidding) an entire box of Stove Top and an entire bottle of red wine. It was glorious. And usually on Wednesdays. I'd give myself a mani/pedi, rock some self tanner (oh, the glories of frolicking around 1466 butt ass naked, dancing to Journey without a care in the world for whatever was jiggling), boil 2 cups of water, add some dried bread/spices and pop open le Shiraz. Best. Nights. Ever.

Tonight? Joey's at a Tigers' game with some of his hombres. Infant is asleep and Momma's sippin' a margarita and eatin' a bowl of buttered noodles.

My life is awesome.

Also? Hamster story is next. Promise.

Am I The Only One?

It's no secret that JVW is a big sports fan. And it should be shouted from the rooftops that I am (usually) a very good wife and will watch said sporting events with him.

However, my eyes tend to see things a little differently. I don't catch all the big key plays; I can NEVER see the puck no matter how slow it's going; I don't know why some players get to shoot 2 free throws and some get 3; I rarely care if/why the yellow flag was thrown; I can never tell if the ump calls a ball or a strike. Instead, I notice people and details - i.e. crazy fans in the crowd, players with exceptional rear ends, etc.

But when watching the Detroit Tigers, I can't help but notice that the "D" on the jersey is totally different from the "D" on the hats. Does anyone else see this? Am I crazy? It drives me absolutely bonkers!

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

And for a side-by-side comparison (jersey on L, hat on R):

I have to believe the MLB authorities have a very good, sane reason for this. Anyone know what that reason might be?