Great weekend, except for...

...deja vu all over again. Once again, it was a lovely afternoon in the Yale Bowl with all going our way, until The Other Side came implausibly from behind at the end to snatch victory from the Bulldogs' teeth. Edith is now 0-3 lifetime for football games attended.

Or maybe not. In the morning before we left for New Haven, I told her we were going to a football game.

"Football," she smiled. Then, "Mommy."

"Yes, we're going to root for Mommy's school," I agreed.

At which point she punched her fist in the air and yelled, "Rah rah rah..." Far from a generic cheer, fist-pumping rah-rah-rahs are the start of the Princeton "locomotive," a cheer which continues, "Tiger Tiger Tiger." Evidently we subjected her to too much of this early in life:


So maybe from her perspective, the game was a success. She did pull me down to dance with the Tiger fans on the field afterwards.


We got to meet a dear friend's son at the game. Despite being a year younger than Edith, he already knew better than to dance on the field after a Princeton win. Then again, he's being raised in the Other Enemy Territory, so maybe this coming weekend is his weekend to be confused. These poor kids--we need to move them to healthier environments.


Otherwise the weekend was fantastic. In addition to see beloved Boston friends at the game on Saturday, we had Grandpa and Mor-mor visit for the rest of the weekend. Edith kicked her legs with glee and literally shook with delight when she saw them.

Among other things, they accompanied us to the Garden State Children's Museum, an outing generously sponsored by Harrison and his mother. A great time was had by all.

Edith and Harrison enjoy a bubble bath

Fishing from the upper deck

"This late-breaking result just in from Virginia..."