Lately I've been thinking about family traditions and creating memories for our kids. How will they remember their childhood? What stories will they tell when they're older? One story that we hope they tell is of family trips to Manhattan each fall for football games.
There is just something so homey about that sea of purple.
Two hour car rides, loud stadiums, and game times that coincide with nap times make game attendance a little harder during this season of our life. A season is just that though, a season. Soon things will change, and going to a game will be more about cheering on the Cats and less about diaper changes and naps.
Even though we all but collapsed from exhaustion when we walked through the door when we got home last night, we had such a fun time at the game yesterday.
We stopped by Mark and Shawna's tailgate where Natalie got to "drive" their tailgating bus.
Max got a certificate for attending his first game.
We sat in the front row,
and apparently made it on TV a few times!
We cheered on our favorite Classy Cat,
and we got to spend the day with lots of family!
We mistakenly waited until the end of the game to take a family picture, so this is what we ended up with:
While it's definitely not a framer, I actually love this picture. Such a great depiction of our life! (See, Dawn, not always perfect!)
A few minutes later Max calmed down, Natalie crashed, and we got this one:
The kids won't remember this game, but Chris and I will, and when we look back on it, the imperfect parts of the day will be what will make it memorable.
We'll probably remember that we spent more time running around the stadium than we spent in our seats. We'll probably remember walking two miles to our car carrying 25+ pound babies after missing the parking shuttle ride back. And hopefully we'll remember the love and teamwork that it took to turn what could have been a very challenging day into a day of family fun and a tradition in the making.
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