It was a disappointing ending to a perfect day.
Cats vs. Dogs — the last match-up of our two teams took place on their turf in 2005. It was one of my favorite games — we were expected to lose, yet came back to win 10-3. One of our seniors, took off his helmet at the end of the game, dropped to his knees, and cried. I will cherish that moment all my life.
Yesterday, they got us back. We scored 10 points just like in 2005, but unfortunately the Dogs put up 20. I hate losing.
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Saturday was a beautiful day! Before kick-off, there were several festivities in our new FAN ZONE including bounce houses, face painting, & a live band. Babycakes says, “FUN!” Before I could put my picnic basket down at our neighborhood tailgate, Cakes took off to the bounce house. Shoes off, she climbed into the gladiator bounce house with a group of big kids but (thankfully!!) decided that it was too rough in there for her and returned to the tent.
She had a great time with all her neighborhood friends, eating raisins and sucking down a juice box. A great time, that is, until she spied the MASCOT. Her deep fear of people in costume began last season and has become progressively worse. The moment she saw the Cat, she tried to climb back in the womb. She grabbed my face, crying, and said, “It’s the kitty cat! Let’s go bye-byes Mommy! Let’s go bye-byes!”
We walked to the far side of our tailgate to keep clear of the Cat, but that big dumb feline walked into our tent! Ack! Apparently the children in my neighborhood don’t have seizures in their mother’s arms when they see a mascot. They lined up for hugs and photos. My daughter dug her fingernails into my neck.
What do you think?
Hugs or Seizures?
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By the end of the evening, the weather was a fantastic 66 degrees. With all that night air, people from the crowd reassured me that my little one would “sleep great tonight!” One would think, huh? Fresh air, four quarters of chasing other children, the excitement of the crowd SHOULD tire a girl out. But then again, there was that big dumb feline.
We got home late, of course, but she fell asleep quickly. I massaged her little hands and feet with lotion and she drifted off to dreamland. Dreamland, sweet, horrible dream… “Mommy! Oh no! The kitty cat!” Fifteen minutes into being asleep, she was clearly having a nightmare. I ran to her side and told her that she was safe now. Apparently, this was a reoccuring nightmare. So much for fresh air!
BUT, she’s sleeping now… and you won’t believe what I found when I went into her room. Video to come…
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Oh no!! Poor ‘Cakes. We had a similiar experience when our princess was two: The mascot of our new school was a Buffalo. I took Mallory to school to have luch with Coach, and the cheer sponsor was in the breakroom, gluing a broken horn back onto the mascot’s costume. She turned around to show Mallory the costume, and I thought that child was going to have a stroke! She dove under one of the tables and crabbed her way backwards until she ran into a wall and could go no further. While she was freaking out, the stupid sponsor was following (chasing? stalking?) her with this gigantic buffalo head, trying to show it to her. Shome people are just clueless. Sheesh.