"LET'S GO YANKEES!" . . .

The entire Noodle clan, fantastic nanny included, and I hit the Yankees-BoSox game last night. What a disaster, in terms of scoring. But what a hoot, in terms of two two-and-a-half-year-old kids thoroughly enjoying the game, and mostly NOT being bratty toddlers!

It's so great watching all these kids grow up. The Noodles, in particular, are hilarious, being each others' best friends and arch-enemies. If they're not rubbing each others' heads, or tweaking each others' ears, or poking each others' eyes out, they are making funny noises to cause the other to laugh hysterically, or repeating everything you say in the most adorable chirp, or insisting that you look out the window while driving to note the train, truck, building, airplane, lake that they also see.

Girl Noodle loves to say "Let's go Yankees!" When she says it in pigtails, it's just too much.

Boy Noodle loves to sit in my lap at the bottom of the 8th inning with his hand in mine.

Both of them love to eat Cracker Jack, until they declare, "I'm full!"

The littlest Noodle, well ... he doesn't do too much just yet. Lots of gurgling and spitting up still, and the occasional deep-throated laugh. But he looks just as good in Yankees paraphernelia as his sister and brother do, so that's a sufficient start, I think ...