To commemorate the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday today--and the exciting inauguration of our first black president tomorrow--we decided to support the African-American community by giving money to some already rich and famous black guys (and one very tall Chinese one). We went to see the Houston Rockets play downtown at the Toyota Center.
This was Charlotte's very first basketball game. It wasn't as good as watching the Duke Blue Devils play in Cameron, but it was a close second. The Rockets and the Nuggets were neck and neck until the very last few seconds when the Rockets pulled ahead. Hooray!
2nd quarter: We arrive at the game. (People with kids are almost always late for everything.) Charlotte refuses to look at us or at the camera because there is way too much going on. She especially enjoys Yao Ming, the jumbotron, the little kids with noisemakers to our side, and the old lady with the bun in front of us singing Queen's "We Will Rock You" at the top of her lungs.
3rd quarter: Charlotte breaks and refuels so she can keep bringing her A-game. She gets angry when we won't give her Gatorade like the players are drinking but finally settles for breastmilk in a bottle. She gets especially mad when we try to cover up her face with the blanket and she can't see the skanky, sequin-clad Rockets dancers shaking their booties.
4th quarter: In spite of her enthusiasm, our little champ passes out cold in the last two minutes of the game, missing the Rockets' big win and the old lady with the bun's incredible victory dance to "Celebrate Good Times". (How she managed to go to sleep with all of that ruckus is way beyond me.)
To commemorate the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday today--and the exciting inauguration of our first black president tomorrow--we decided to support the African-American community by giving money to some already rich and famous black guys (and one very tall Chinese one). We went to see the Houston Rockets play downtown at the Toyota Center.
This was Charlotte's very first basketball game. It wasn't as good as watching the Duke Blue Devils play in Cameron, but it was a close second. The Rockets and the Nuggets were neck and neck until the very last few seconds when the Rockets pulled ahead. Hooray!
2nd quarter: We arrive at the game. (People with kids are almost always late for everything.) Charlotte refuses to look at us or at the camera because there is way too much going on. She especially enjoys Yao Ming, the jumbotron, the little kids with noisemakers to our side, and the old lady with the bun in front of us singing Queen's "We Will Rock You" at the top of her lungs.
3rd quarter: Charlotte breaks and refuels so she can keep bringing her A-game. She gets angry when we won't give her Gatorade like the players are drinking but finally settles for breastmilk in a bottle. She gets especially mad when we try to cover up her face with the blanket and she can't see the skanky, sequin-clad Rockets dancers shaking their booties. 
4th quarter: In spite of her enthusiasm, our little champ passes out cold in the last two minutes of the game, missing the Rockets' big win and the old lady with the bun's incredible victory dance to "Celebrate Good Times". (How she managed to go to sleep with all of that ruckus is way beyond me.)
3 comments:
Well THAT is a fun family night activity!
Thanks for sharing Charlotte's big day.
i think i've already left a comment similar to the one i'm about to leave....but, what else can one say after looking at such adorable pictures: she is absolutely precious and so adorably cute
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