Ben’s First Cubs Game

On Sunday we took Benjamin to his first Cubs game. I bought some posterboard and made him a sign that said, “My first Cubs game!” so we could hold it up and get on TV. We were debating on taking him, because we weren’t sure if our seats were in the sun or not, also we weren’t sure if he would be ok for a whole 3 hours. But he’s been pretty happy and doesn’t get fussy when we take him to parties, so he got the green light to head out to Wrigley with us.
About two hours before game time we were ready to go - I had just finished making the sign, Ben was dressed up in his little uniform with his last name on the back that was given to him by Melanie, and I had all his supplies packed in my mini diaper bag. We headed out with Dave’s dad to pick up my dad in Chicago. After a short pit stip in Chicago, we headed over to Wrigley and found parking about 6 blocks away from the park. Rather than having to worry about maneuvering Benjo’s stroller around the park, we decided to use the baby bjorn carrier. Ben was as happy as a pea in a pod in it!
Once we got to the park Ben was taking in all the sights and sounds. Numerous people we passed whispered about the cute baby in a Cubs hat and uniform. I was as proud as a peacock walking next to my cutie pie! We sat down in our seats, which were on the side of left field. I put my stuff down and Dave and I went to get some munchies, leaving him with the grampas. Ben started sniffling once we were leaving, but I was confident Dave’s dad or mine could calm him down.
We came back with hotdogs, bratwurst and fries to a crying baby. It turns out that Ben would cry louder whenever he heard the announcer’s voice. I guess he didn’t like hearing a voice where he couldn’t figure out where it was coming from! We tried calming him down but he was miserable. The national anthem played and he was wailing through the whole song. I realized his cuteness would only give him so much leeway with the rest of the fans around us, soon they’d be asking us to keep the baby quiet, or whispering to each other how irresponsible it was for us to bring a baby so young to the park. I tried reasoning with Ben but he was inconsolable - he hated that voice! He hated all the noise! It was too much! We got him to the point where he was quiet for a bit, but it wouldn’t last for long. Eventually Dave took him to the standing room only section at the back of the park, where they stayed for most of the game. I went there for a couple innings to give Dave a break. Benjamin was still a bit fussy back there, but as the game progressed he got more used to the level of noise and calmed down. By the seventh inning stretch he was back in the seats with us and actually started laughing and enjoying the people around us.
The game was ok, St. Louis scored a couple homeruns in the first inning, and though we had some really good hits, we couldn’t get our guys across home plate (what else is new?). The day was gorgeous - mid 70’s with wispy clouds in the sky. The annual air and water show was going on at the same time, so every now and then we’d see some jets fly across the sky. We saw the Blue Angels performing while we were getting our car. Ironically, the ear piercing sound didn’t seem to bother Benjamin a bit!
Afterwards we just crashed at my dad’s place because we were so pooped! Benjamin stunk really bad, a mixture of sweat and salty tears. We got him in the tub as soon as we got home.
It wasn’t what I had anticipated, and we never did get to hold that sign, but I think it was still a great day!
Here’s some pics from the day:










For more pics check out the flickr set: Benjamin’s First Cubs Game
Welcome, my son, to a lifetime of disappointment!


Of course, we’re not heartless, so after all his whining and crying we gave him another choice. It was the Campbell’s soup or a can of body butter lotion. The soup was significantly heavier than the lotion. However, I would have one shot with the soup, and five with the body butter. He had to make a decision - if I used the soup there was a chance I would miss with my one shot and he wouldn’t feel any pain. But if I hit my mark, boy, would that hurt. Or if I used the lotion, I may try three or four times, but it wasn’t half as heavy as the soup.








