Musical Monkey

Monkey is very musical. He's been taking a music class called "Baby Wiggle," which I was able to attend this week. It was very cute. He likes to play the maracas. Here are a few shots of him refusing to put them down before he takes his bath:



Here is a video of him playing with his new basketball game (thanks, Grandma Rosemary!), where you can see he's almost as interested in dancing to the music the game plays as he is in scoring baskets!



And here's his latest trick:

Things that make me feel old

Watching football this weekend, I was reminded by one of the commentators that it's been 10 years since the Packers were in the Super Bowl. I remember that game. I had already been out on my own for a few years at that point. Is it really possible I've been a full-fledged adult for over 10 years?

Go Sox!

It's a very exciting night in the Levine-Fried household.

My apologies to those who thought there would be Monkey pictures in this post. Nope, Game 1 of the World Series is about to get underway, and I just wanted to take a moment to muse about baseball for a bit.

I feel like the World Series is an even bigger deal this year than it was in 2004. Maybe it's because that year, the really big thing was coming back from being down 3-0 to beat the Yankees. Even though coming back from being down 3-1 was a big deal, and the series against Cleveland was spectacular, it's just not quite the same as doing something no one has ever done before. The World Series in 2004 was almost an anti-climax after the emotionally draining ALCS against the Evil Empire.

It may also be because I walk past Fenway Park nearly every day. My new office is literally down the street a few blocks. The atmosphere has been so exciting on game days during the playoffs, with people milling about, excited and nervous, all decked out in Red Sox garb. It's so fun to see them all, and to wish I was one of them. I especially enjoy watching the little kids going in with their parents. I passed by a father and his son, who looked to be no older than five or six. He seemed awfully excited, but I wondered if he truly grasped how monumental an occasion it was. All I could think was that 20, 30, or more years from now, that kid is going to have an unbelievable memory.

I know this for sure: I'm going to be a tired Jen for at least the next five days!