HV Faves Week 6 (EEK I'M LATE POSTING!)

Yes, I know.  I'm a day late.  Quite possibly a dollar short too. I COMPLETELY spaced out and forgot to post.  

So I will just shut up because I have nothing clever to add and just dive into the topics.  

Favorite Blog (not your own)

I don't think I can pick a favorite.  I love all my fellow HV Nestie blogs.  I like getting that glimpse into our lives every week.  I also check this blog:  Three Cheers for Babies  I started following this blog because of my connection to the Nestie board What's Cooking and I've been following the lives of Lilly & Charlie and their sweet departed sister Annabelle from when they were born.  It's nice to watch them grow and see what amazing parents they have.  Brooke & Joe are so loving and have amazing strength. I've laughed and cried reading their blog.

Favorite Sport

So easy for me to pick.  Baseball.  I love baseball.  I love baseball season.  I absolutely LOVE the New York Yankees.  Baseball to me is borderline religious.  There is just something about watching these men on the field.  The pitches.  The strategy that does go into the game.  You have to THINK when you play this game.  Not just run out on the field and smash someones skull in.  I'm like Annie from the movie Bull Durham. I love baseball and baseball players. I played softball from when I was 5 years old till I was about 30-something.  The sport just makes me happy.  I've been up and down with the Yanks over the years and every year, I'm back cheering on my team.  I have tons of happy memories of ball games.  The first time I brought my son.  Hanging out with my Uncle Pete. The last fun thing I did with my Grandfather.  I was devastated the day the old stadium went down.  I still have yet to go to the new one (so expensive!).  But I will go one day.  Baseball is Summer to me and I love Summer more than anything.  Baseball binds us.  Baseball brings us all together to cheer our team and boo our enemy teams (BOO STINKY RED SOX!).  I just love it.

Favorite Memory

This is hard. I  have so many.  I was just talking about Baseball and the Yankees.  One of my favorite memories is the first time my son realized we were walking into Yankee stadium.  He was so excited.  He had his shirt on and his hat.  He brought his glove.  He was like 4 years old. I think I got tickets for his birthday, I do remember it was a night game.  We walked through the tunnel to find our seats and as we left the tunnel and saw the field, my little guy just stopped and said "Wow" it a low whisper.  He was amazed to see the guys out on the field warming up.  The green of the grass and the lights.  He LOVED every minute of the game and when he was getting too tired and I decided to go home, he fought me all the way.  I have many moments with The Boy when he was growing up.  The smiles. The laughs. Even the tears and the fear.  So many of my best moments in life were shared with him.  I'm lucky to have him in my life.

So there it is.  I ended on a mushy note.  Even got myself a little weepy.  But I'm a Mom. We do that sometimes.