Here’s to everyone having a safe and scary Halloween!
Now I’m not saying this is the only reason, but I do not believe it’s purely coincidental that the Red Sox have only won the World Series in any years since 1918 when my lovely wife was not pregnant! With Sam in 2004, and now with the player yet-to-be-named roiling around in Amy’s belly in her 39th week, our beloved Sox have won yet again. Now while I’d like to assure all my Red Sox friends that we will keep up our end of this bargain, I may need some help convincing Amy of the same. Anyway, I’m darn ecstatic, and know that Sammy will be at least as excited when he wakes up to hear the news in the morning. Go SOX!
The leaves are turning, the smell of fireplaces starts to waft through the ‘hood in the evenings, and the days are ending earlier. That can mean only one (well maybe a few) thing – the annual Grant Park Halloween Parade. This year’s version wound through the park rather than on the streets around it. I can see the sense in it (no roads blocked off, a shorter route) but the narrow paths of the park made it slow going for the hundreds of lions, princesses, spidermen, red sox players, red sox fans, totem poles, and countless other costumed participants. In the photo above, Sam and his buddy Sophie flirt on the hillside above the parade ending. See more photos from the event in the slideshow here.
So we are in the final stretch. That’s getting quite literal for Amy – her belly seems to be straining to unheralded proportions, but she looks and feels great. There are some more oopmhs and groans this week as Trotz 2.0 adjusts positions, and we’ve seen some great Alien-esque effects as a knee or elbow strain for room inside the womb and extrude from her stomach. No signs of any activity yet – stay tuned here or via my Twitter page or Facebook profile or Flickr gallery to get the first notification that we are on our way. Sam seems a little stressed these last few days, being a bit more tantrum-prone than usual – I think he realizes his solo gig is soon to end. I still know he’s going to be a fabulous big brother.