Wednesday, September 4
That whole day we'd spent with friends and family, bratwursting and the like and Everett played for hours and completely missed his nap. For a guy who likes his sleep, he really hung in there. He was so happy and just sat on my lap or ran down the aisles during the first quarter. But the very first moment that the entire bench in front of us stood up to cheer, Everett saw his chance. He slid off my lap and plopped himself, belly down on the bleacher. Completely broke my heart with his sweaty, tired head. I want to say that we've already grown out of the stage of parenting that compels you, for example, to take your 6-month-old to the zoo, and you are SO PUMPED for them to see all the animals, and then you get there and it's, well. He's not even looking at them. I want to say that we've grown wiser. But we brought our 1-year-old to a football game and still said things like, I can't wait to see his face when they run out onto the field! So.