pass the cheese, please.

Do you know the song These Are Days, by 10,000 Maniacs?  Here it is.  You should listen.  And then you should be jealous because this is my life.

These are the days, ohh
 
These are days, you'll remember  
Never before and never since, I promise 
Will the whole world be warm as this and as you feel it
You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky 
It's true that you are touched by something  
That will grow and bloom in you
 
These are days, you'll remember 
When may is rushing over you with desire  
To be part of the miracles you see in every hour
You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky 
It's true that you are touched by something  
That will grow and bloom in you
 
These are days
These are the days you might fill with laughter until' you break  
These days you might feel a shaft of light make it's way across your face  
When you do you'll know how it was meant to be
See the signs and know their meaning 
It's true, you'll know how it was meant to be 
Hear the signs and know they're speaking to you, to you

So yesterday Henry was supposed to be napping but instead he talked until I finally went in to get him out of his crib.  He was obviously still tired so we laid down on my bed which usually turns into me almost losing an eyeball to his jabbing finger and him yelling, "WAKE UP, MOM-MOM!" until I finally get pissed enough to say screw nap, let's go play some more.  But yesterday he fell asleep next to me and then he slept for two solid hours, which meant he got up from his nap at 5:30 p.m.  Yeah.  He usually goes to bed around 7:30 or 8 but I knew that he'd be staying up late so I decided we'd go to the Lansing Lugnuts game.  It was Dollar Night so dinner would be dirt cheap and it was a beautiful, sunny evening.  

Before the game, Henry yelled, "VERLANDER!  IT'S VERLANDER!!" at the opposing team pitchers as they were warming up in the bull pen.  

They had a moment of silence and prayer for the victims and survivors of the bombs in Boston.  I held Henry tight and he gave me kisses on my nose.  I held him even tighter a moment later when we were singing the National Anthem and the words, "bombs bursting in air," came out of my mouth.  Then Henry said, "mom-mom stop singing" and wiggled out of my arms so he could run to see the Latino, A farm team version of Verlander.  

We ate dollar hot dogs and drank $4 bottles of water and shared a $3.75 soft pretzel.  

 

Henry had promised to help me score the game but I didn't even get to write down one name on the scorecard.  That's okay kid, next time.

 

During the first inning the umpire slipped on the grass and landed on his butt.  Henry and I both saw it and we both cracked up.

And even though Henry wanted to leave, demanded to leave, after the second inning, somewhere in there I realized that this is exactly where my life should be.