She's A Brave

Published 4:57 pm Thursday, September 30, 2010

We've reached a milestone where I can pack a few necessities and a few toys and we can go anywhere. These days, thank goodness, I don't have to pack the entire house in preparation for a daylong trip.

She's old enough to walk, talk, and get herself into trouble and that's enough to get us venturing a little farther away from home. I mean she already thinks she's TWO!

When asked how old she is she'll hold up her entire hand, points at all five fingers and says, “TWO!”

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She won't actually be two until October 25 but to her, she's already old enough to know that by being older she gets to do more things.

This past weekend we took on D.C. and won.

Really, the Braves won!

Although they lost on Friday night, the team pulled through for Saturday's day game we went to see against the Washington Nationals. They, again, lost on Sunday to the last-place team.

There were more Braves fans in town than a few… I know this for a fact because we were all piled on the metro.

All week we had been preparing her for this trip.

“Are you ready to ride the train?” I'd ask.

“We're going to the ballgame. Are you excited?”

By the time Saturday morning came, she was READY but I was a little worried about how she'd react- I knew she was expecting a train full of “Choo Choos” and a ballgame where she could actually play.

She thought she was going to throw the ball and the whistle was going to blow like Thomas the Tank Engine.

Well, the train did beep its horn when entering into the tunnels.

“Beep, beep,” she said once after hearing it.

I believe she was a little more disappointed when she found out that she couldn't run the bases and throw a few balls in the infield at the stadium.

But, she was still a good sport and we now know for sure that she can go anywhere.

Before the game was over, I even had her doing the TOMAHAWK CHOP.

Don't worry about the little one; she can definitely hang with the grownups and play in the big leagues.

Although it took a four-hour nap the next day to catch up on all of that lost sleep, she'd do it again in a second (I think).

Instead of two men and a baby, it was 10 family members and a toddler. When one person's arms were tired-she'd just get passed to the next nearest person.

At one point on the way home, it took all 10 of us to keep her occupied while waiting until the metro “continued on momentarily.”

And let me tell you, it was NOT a moment!

A moment to a tired toddler can seem like FOREVER to us grownups.

After a few minutes had passed, I knew we'd be waiting for a while…and sure enough we did.

We sat (well, actually stood up because the train was packed) in a black tunnel for at least 30 minutes and then, without warning, we moved.

We were all excited and the little one even clapped and yelled. She was ready to see the “light” of day again.

Yep, that didn't happen. We moved about 10 yards and stopped “momentarily” again.

Finally, we were on our way to our stop and just in time because the meltdown was coming. I was already braced and ready… she could have blown at any time.

When we stopped for dinner, she ate a major league helping of mashed potatoes, green beans, and macaroni and cheese. (She batted her blue eyes and sweet-talked my sister's boyfriend into letting her have his mac-n-cheese after she'd finished mine.)

I thought she deserved all the goodies she could have because of the great day. After all, (even though we missed Chipper-I believe we'll see you next year) we did get to see Bobby Cox.

His 29-year managerial career is down to a handful of regular-season games. Earlier this summer, it seemed Cox would easily lead the Braves into the postseason. Now, it's come down to a wild card chase this week.

Good luck! We'll be cheering…

“We might win one, might win two and before you know it, we might win a series,” said Cox to USA Today on Sunday morning after Saturday's game. “We don't, it's not the end of the world.”