Mother's Day

It wasn't my first Mother's Day, but I suppose I'll say it's the first one that I really remember. Nick was only a few weeks old the first time around - I really have no idea what we did, that time still seems like a bit of a blur. Our day turned out really nice. We went to the Giants game and, thankfully, they still had some of the special pink Giants hats when we got there. Nick does pretty well at the games - he likes to watch everything, flirts with the neighbors and now that he's walking pretty well, he gets to walk around a little bit.





But the best part of the day was we got to "run the bases". They do it every Sunday after the game, but this Sunday they let the moms run with them. Nick made it about two thirds of the way to second base and took a little tumble. Didn't phase him, however and on we went.



As we approached second base, the usher informed me that they'd held up traffic until we were done (apparently they don't want the bigger kids plowing over the little ones). She assured me we didn't need to rush, but I scooped up Nick to carry him to third anyway, with a quick stop to say Hi to Lou Seal. It was like we had the whole field to ourselves!



He then walked about half-way down the third base line before he got distracted by stuff going on in the Giants dugout and Lou Seal again.





So I scooped him up again and we headed to home plate. It was great. He promptly fell asleep as soon as he was buckled into his car seat. It's tough running those bases...