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last sunday evening, shannon hosted a surprise belly blessing for meghan. as part of the gathering we played madlibs with a story crafted by shannon. it was really funny. in hearing the humourous fictional birth stories over and over, it got me thinking about my birth story with éamon. and afterwards i concluded that i'd live that experience over again in a heartbeat. every part. in spite of the disappointments and twists and turns, it was a really great experience and i wish i could live it again as simply as re-watching a favourite movie. and just like with watching a movie for the second time, i'd know the outcome, so i'd be more relaxed and i'd be able to enjoy every small detail with deep appreciation. looking back on an experience and wishing "again, again!" is always the mark of cherished life event.

yesterday, b, éamon and i went to toronto for a jays game. i haven't been to a baseball game since i lived in TO, but i came up with the idea to go to a game since i figured it would be a good activity to do with a baby. it was really fun. we took the GO train and arrived earlier than expected (i'd anticipated multiple stops, but we didn't need any). we had really nice and close seats. AND we had 50 bux burning a hole in my pocket. we're participating in this queen's study on first time parents, and we decided to use that money for our trip to the ballpark. everything went really well. éamon was a little fussy when we first arrived. a lady sitting close to us asked if it was too loud for him, but i told her he was just grumpy, and he soon fell asleep. we actually thought the noise level was good since it drowned out his cries and didn't disturb the people around us. that said, he only fussed for 5ish minutes, then slept through the rest of the game. there were these two girls behind us who where there with their boyfriends. they just yapped through the whole thing and were super annoying, but seemed to talk less as time went on. b thinks they were picking up on the fact that everyone around them were trying to watch the game. i haven't watched a lot of baseball since the early 90s, so i was surprised to discover that all the honoured players who's names were on display were people i knew.

i bought a hot dog from a vendor after the game. he was yelling something to attract customers. it sounded like he was saying "i love the ladies" over and over.

this is how we do it.