Until my kids turn one year old? Not quite. Until I embark on some fabulous adventure? Nah.
Nope. Only two more months until the Summer Olympics. Hooray!
I’m a nut for the Olympics, especially summer. I love so many of the events, and could watch rowing and gymnastics and track & field and weightlifting and table tennis all day long. Yes, there’s certainly controversy over the whole Beijing/China thing. I don’t deny it, but I don’t really feel qualified to take on the political ramifications of it all. Regardless of where the games are, I just love watching it all.
When I was 13 years old, my dad and I went to Paris together. As it just so happened, it was also the year of the summer Olympics in Barcelona. My dad called in a few favors and got us some tickets. Water polo, equestrian (jumping events), and even the semi-final basketball game with the first “Dream Team.” Michael Jordan, Larry Bird… everyone was on that team! It was awesome.
Needless to say, I will not be flying to China in August. Instead, I’ll be glued to my TV. I love the athleticism, even in sports I don’t fully understand. I love the flags and the anthems and the pride. I love the personal interest stories, even if we make somewhat inappropriate jokes about the Chinese gymnasts being taken from their families at age 3 to practice uneven bars 8 hours a day. I totally cry during the medal ceremonies.
This weekend was a bit of a preview on TV. There were major gymnastics and track events on TV, and the women’s softball trials. I was already hooked. I can’t wait for the volleyball and swimming, shotput and soccer. I know, I know… babies aren’t supposed to watch TV. But I may have to make a few exceptions this August…

First, I think there are few things cuter than babies and little kids in baseball hats. I got these from Old Navy, and I just love them. Sometimes the kids even keep them on their heads. Call me crazy, I also like that they don’t have any particular baseball team on them. That’s a source of debate in my house. We live in Boston, so Red Sox are always an option. Except that M grew up in southern Connecticut and is a Yankee fan, and I can’t put that on my kids’ heads and risk them getting beat up before they’re a year old. And I’m from Chicago and my family is a bunch of die-hard White Sox fans. Oh, what to do… just go for team Old Navy, apparently.









