Easter, Shmeaster--Let's Call the Whole Thing Off!

For some reason I've been lacking the motivation to write this post. Maybe it's leftover mommy guilt from my sub-par photo taking on Easter or that I feel I cannot put into words how awesome the Mariners' opening home game was. But I must blog, otherwise my mother and sister may actually follow through with their threats to abduct my child, feed her sweets and bask in her awesomeness until she turns into a teenager (at which time the crabby, sugar-addicted Dragon will return to me and most likely burn down the house). Turns out, I'm actually pretty fond of the kid and would like to keep her, so let's get to gettin'!

If you've been checking the Picasa site, you have probably noticed the shocking lack of pictures from Easter. Here's the deal: I only got pictures of the back of Audrey in her dress. Bad Mom. We are planning on staging a mock-Easter photo shoot, should Audrey express a mysterious sense of loss while speaking with her therapist some day, we will have said photos as evidence that she was not neglected as an infant.

Moving on!

Mariners' Opening (home) Day/Griffey Day/Might-As-Well-Have-Been-Christmas Day a.k.a. Audrey's first day wearing shoes:

For the complete photo journey, go here

Overall Feelings? Euphoria.

Foods eaten? Garlic Fries, Cream Cheese Hotdogs, Delicously Expensive Beer, Peanuts and Cracker Jacks (seriously)

Number of times Dragon freaked out from fireworks: None

Number of times Kathryn freaked out from fireworks: Once...and it was priceless

Items dropped/flung/kicked from our sweet, sweet seats in the front row of the 300 level: One infant's size 3 lavender sneaker...kicked from Audrey's foot during Griffey's first At-Bat. The legendary tale has officially been transcribed into the Schweighardt Hall of Fame Annals.

Was/were said item(s) retrieved? Yes, and Aunt Liz moved up sigificantly in the Auntie Olympics for it (despite being dressed like Ted Kaczynski)

How many people did your entourage have to mow down to make it through the after-game crowd? Approximately 267, but they were all either jerks or Angels fans (the two terms are also interchangeable)
For a full briefing on the offensive formation used to transport Her Royal Highness, The Dragon, back to the bus stop, see the following (professional) diagram: