Hubs: "Oh look! A mini lacrosse set and it's on sale! Let's get it."
Me: "Ummm, I'm still pregnant and we have no where to store it. We are already storing the carseat, travel system, exersaucer, bouncy seat and other baby essentials we haven't even set up yet. Because, you know, I'm still pregnant."
Hubs: "But, he will USE this."
Me: When he's three or four? We don't have the space."
Hubs: "Harumph. Fine."
Fast forward to this past weekend. My youngest cousin is in his senior year of college (holy cow does that make me feel old!!!) and we were able to travel to see one of his very last lacrosse games. We took G last year but, being just 4 months old, the game was less than intriguing for him. This year was a different matter. We arrived just at the start of the second quarter and he exclaimed loudly when he saw the big boys playing out on the field. He wanted to be part of that team in the worst way...
Then, with five minutes left in the game, he spotted the objects of his desire. A perfect line of about forty lacrosse sticks on the sideline. Lunge. Scream, Flail. Want. Wrestling all 24.7 pounds of this determined toddler for five minutes of game time was no small feat. When G sets his mind to something, that is that. So when the game finally, blessedly ended (with my cousin's team winning!!!), we let him go...