By midnight you were fast asleep in mom's arms on the couch and the vomiting had stopped.
This morning all was forgotten as you were your typical lively self when you woke up.
We even met Grandpa Waechter out for a little Christmas shopping and lunch.
In a power-play you refused a nap at your normal time. I think you knew mom had a game tonight and flexted your muscle to refuse a nap until the last minute.
Rather than get the right amount of sleep you finally gave up the fight with just over an hour before we needed to head to Strasburg.
Mom did her best to gently pluck you from your crib and put you in the car without disturbance. It didn't work as planned and you woke up as just as she tried to buckle you in.
In what's becoming our tradition, you got ready for game time by crushing a cheeseburger at McDonald's after we dropped mom off.
Grandpa and Great Grandpa Fenner made the trek down to catch mom's game and see you.
With the extra hands I was able to catch more of the action than I've seen yet this season.
Don't take the above line the wrong way. I don't mind watching you at all, you just get bored sitting in the stands and want to burn excess energy running around in the cafeteria.
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