LET'S GO CUB-BIES!

So Saturday we were at home. The Animalia was in her highchair. Me and Da were sitting on opposite couches. Her Da said "LET'S GO CUB-BIES" then clap clap clap-clap-clap. And the Animalia clapped. I looked at him. He looked at me. We both clapped some more. She clapped some more. I asked him if she'd done that before. He said no. We were both amazed and proud and giggly. It was hilarious.

But back to the Cubbies. They're having a fantastic season, the perennial losers from Chicago. The theory in our house is that the universe was waiting for the Animalia to be born. I mean, they did lose the second game in the NL Central Division pennant series the night before she was born. As I wrote in Animalia's birth story, I made her Da go to those games because there would be no way, with a newborn, that he'd be able to go to the World Series if they actually FINALLY made it. So he went, they lost, she was born. The Animalia is very interested in the Cubs. When they're on she cranes her neck to watch the games, even though she's not allowed to watch TV. She loves her Da's baseball cap. She has one just like it and I think she can't quite figure out why his is so enormous. So it's very appropriate that she clapped for the first time to Let's Go Cubbies. It just makes sense.