SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!

I am still doing the happy dance from this afternoon!

We got tickets. To the Yankees White Sox. At Yankees Stadium. 9/17. The second to last regular season series to be played at Yankee Stadium. Good tickets. For reals!!!!

I can't believe it. DH and Dad had a haphazard plan for us to go up in mid-September to try to see a game, but we were really scrounging for tickets. Obviously, the Yankees mostly sell out ordinarily, but because it's the Stadium's final year... well, it was next to impossible. Unless you wanted to pay $75 for bleachers, most of which were alcohol restricted seats.

We should have the tickets in the next few days, and i'm not ashamed to say I will probably sleep with them while DH is at his conference.

In other news, I'm really upset by the whole Favre thing. You put your #4, you put your #4 out, you put your #4 in and you shake it all about. I love you, Brett. I do. But what are you thinking? You don't want to play, then you do. But you don't want to train or practice. But you will do it for another team? You're the last of a dying breed, Brett. Why you didn't choose to go out on top, I'll never know. I will love you and wear your jersey with pride, but I shake my head at your waffling. Hopefully you get it together soon.

Today, I introduced Turtle to Fantasia. He seemed to like it, with the exception of the dinosaur parts. And he's doing great with his tummy time. My neighbor says he should be rolling by next week. I'm both excited and nervous for that. Eating is going well, too. He still has moments of awful gas, but it's nowhere near what it used to be. When it hits, we just have to be ready with an endless supply of patience and soothing techniques.

More pics of my cutie patootie. I love how Oscar the Pug invades Turtle's private island. :)