Nothing was going to stop me from getting outside today! This is San Francisco's prime season -- our finest hour. Our fall is like most people's summer. I woke up to sun streaming in our room. My husband and I have gone back and forth on whether to hang blackout curtains over the windows -- I love natural light and letting it wake me up but he would sleep in a dark cave if he could!
We started the morning with Sprouted Wheat Cinnamon bagels and eggs. A little Minecraft coding and star sunglasses were in order and they were distracted enough to finish both their plates. Do any other parents feel a tremendous sense of happiness when you see your kid inhale something good for them?
First order of business was getting Gus pumped up for his soccer game. It was my week to take him and I was really excited for it. We take turns taking him to his matches so we can watch with undivided attention.
We were early -- very unlike me which Gus commented on several times -- so we stopped for drinks and a snack. He was smiling ear to ear when he saw they had the old-fashioned doughnuts in stock. For some reason this item sells out quickly in our neighborhood! He is a doughnut connoisseur and claims this particular coffee shop has the very best one in the world. I had this acai and granola thing which was THE TOPS! I don't usually like quick breakfasts from coffee shops (I like a full sit down brunch so I can inhale hot pancakes and eggs) but this was so so so good! So good that I'm pretty sure there's some still in my teeth here!
It was their first win of the season!!! He showed some hustle out there and made me proud. I love that the team is co-ed so he can see how much girls can love soccer too! My brother and I used to play soccer as kids and then I played indoor soccer in college. My parents even played indoor soccer! They also took disco classes. True story. And my brother took breakdancing and I took clogging. We were a real renaissance family, you could say...
Speaking of my family, growing up I think the crack of the baseball bat was probably one of my first audible memories. I love every feeling you get during the game...the adrenaline rush when you drive/bus/cab to the game and you see the crowds of people - kids on shoulders, pennants and gloves in hands, jerseys fresh from the dryer or stinky and dirty from a lucky streak the wearer doesn't want to break. Then you walk through the swinging bars of the entrance and with a heavy creak, you enter it. The stadium. And then the green of the field takes your breath away. All the smells hit you...first hot dogs then popcorn then the sour beer and sweet cotton candy. Sitting in the springy green chairs with a bag of shell-on peanuts between your legs and absolutely nothing ahead of you for the day except watching the players make one unbelievable play after another. They make you cry during the anthem and smile during the 7th.
I want my kids to know this sport and appreciate it like my family did. And I know that Jon's appreciation and love for the sport of baseball is one of the things that had me fall for him. And I'm pretty sure it's why my dad loved Jon so much too. They shared fantasy baseball teams and talked sports constantly.
When Joe Nuxhall -- a former Cincinnati Reds pitcher and long-time beloved announcer -- died, my dad took the day off work (something he rarely if ever did even when he was incredibly sick), drove two hours, and stood in line for even more hours and hours to pay his respects at the service. He of course met many new people in line that day. I know why he did it...why it was so important to him. He had a kind of rough childhood in the sense that he was the oldest of eight kids. He had a brother who was blind from birth and a dad who traveled a lot. Baseball was my dad's saving grace from a very young age and until his death. Joe Nuxhall, I'm sure, relaxed my dad to sleep after many nights having worked a really hard day. He gave my dad happiness derived from something purely innocent. So it was important to pay his respects.
My dad was the biggest baseball fan I know. He loved nothing more than a cold beer, a Sports Illustrated, and a Reds game on TV. This is the part of him that I miss most. That kid-like glee you saw in his face every time he talked about a game. This is him with my brother and my niece. This one is a little tough to look at too. He's been gone for years but I think of him every day.
When I'd watch games with him as a young girl, I remember talking a lot about the bat boys. I couldn't understand why there were no girls. Why no bat girls? I wouldn't say my dad was exactly a feminist -- he was extremely old fashioned in many ways -- but he loved that I wanted to see a girl out there, sweeping up the bats and wearing an official jersey. How cool. So it's not really a surprise that he didn't sit me down with a story about Maria Pepe, but I can guarantee you he would have been a huge fan of hers because she loved the game and that means my dad would have loved her.
Do you know who she was? When she was 12, in 1972, in Hoboken, NJ, her buddies (boys) encouraged her to join their Little League team because she was good. She was the first girl in more than two decades to try to participate, but Little League threatened to take away the city's charter if she didn't leave the team.
"The hardest part,” Maria would later say, “was when they took my uniform away.”
The National Organization for Women got involved and filed a lawsuit on her behalf which they eventually won. That year, nearly 30,000 girls signed up for the program. One in 57 Little Leaguers that year was a girl!
Unfortunately, the suit took two years and by the time it ended, Maria was too old to meet the age requirements to play in the League. But she will always be remembered for breaking that stupid barrier. In fact the Yankees even made her an honorary "Yankee for a day".
Factoid: The first girl to play in the League was actually not Maria. It was Kathryn Johnston in 1950. She dressed like a boy and used a nickname to try out for a team in Corning, NY. She made it and then told the coaches she was a girl. They let her finish the season but, later that year, changed the rules to allow only boys until Maria's lawsuit in 1972.
I think it's important to talk to my kids about these girls who broke barriers. I want them to recognize their privilege - and not just in their gender but also in their skin color - so they understand how and when to speak up.
Do you have a story about someone breaking barriers in sports?
And I was back at it today!! I felt like Rocky out there... if Rocky wore a pink running tank. My pace was a little all over but it was so energizing being on the roads again. Just a quick 4 miles to get my sea legs again before a longer run tomorrow.
I came home and drank an icy glass of chocolate (what I thought was soy milk but turned out to be) coconut milk. It was equally delicious but didn't have the protein that the soy version has. Bottoms up!
I don't know why this shirt makes me look pregnant. I'm not - that would be a medical miracle. I should probably part with it since it also has a big butter stain on the belly (keepin' it classy since 1975!).
I saw this bubble house and it made me really happy. I have no idea the story behind it but this definitely qualifies as an "only in San Francisco" moment!
Jon took Gus to a San Francisco Deltas soccer game and he was super duper pumped up because he and his team each got to go on the field paired with a REAL LIFE professional player. It was a big moment for him and he couldn't wait to come home and tell me about it!
While they were gone, Croc and I made vanilla cake (from a mix). He is such a good little chef. He wants to be involved in every step! And with our new oven you can see it cooking inside! We sure are lucky.
Note the sign hanging above the sink says:
1.) Rinse dishes
2.) Put dishes in dishwasher.
It made me laugh that this is how Jon used his glitter art time with the boys. Let's see if it's effective!
When the cake was done, Crocodile thought it would be fun to decorate the cake (we only had two fruit bears) and have a birthday party (we only had a candle). So I sang happy birthday to him even though it isn't and he blew out the candle! Kids are awesome.
Then I obsessively listened to Charles Bradley songs today because I read that he passed away. So sad. He has a great voice. Listen to Victim of Love to get started if you're new...
And so how was your Saturday??
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