Harvard vs. Yale 2010

Even though I declared football games to be strictly father-son activities, I decided our last Harvard Yale game while at Harvard was momentous enough of a rivalry that I would join my boys for the game.

Jack loved the game (despite all contradictory photographic evidence)

After Harvard's awesome victory, Zack decided he and Jack were going to rush the field with the entire rest of the stadium.  See how high those walls are in the above picture?  Zack jumped down first and I saw Jack from a distance trying to fling himself over the wall too.   To Zack's credit he was only 10 feet below him trying to catch him.  To his discredit, he was 10 FEET below him!!!  I ran as fast as I could and grabbed my eager little fellow and helped lower him down to the field.  It was a fun day and a great way to help us start to say goodbye to Harvard, Boston and freezing cold football games!

Go Harvard!

I brought it on myself

A year ago I told my guys that I was not leaving Boston without a baby, a cat or a dog.  Something small that I could snuggle.

Last night in my dreams I was yelling at doctor after doctor for telling me that it was hopeless and that we couldn't have any more children.   I tried to shake off the dream, but it of course stayed with me all day.  So at dinner when I was staring across the table at my perfect "miracle" child, I asked him if he would start praying for heavenly father to send his brothers and sisters down to our family.  I thought that maybe if it came from his sincere heart it would warrant more response then mine seem to.

He took a minute, shook his head sadly knowing he was disappointing me and said he wouldn't say the prayer.

J:  "Sorry mom, I'm still holding out for a cat."

And how can I argue with his perfect nearly 5 year old logic when he already brings me more joy then I deserve?

And, oh what an awful graduation present for poor Zack come June.