tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24495557.post-40055806011397501872008-05-06T10:49:00.000-05:002008-05-06T10:49:00.000-05:002008-05-06T10:49:00.000-05:00Our first child, Oliver, was born around Halloween last year. When he was five weeks old we took him to his first sporting event, his aunt's high school basketball game. He loved the sounds and following the action and had to be facing the court...but wasn't a big fan of the pep band and didn't sleep worth anything that night. (although at that time he wasn't a great sleeper anyway).<BR/><BR/>This spring when he was five months old we road tripped to Michigan for the DIII Women's Basketball Final Four. He was definitely overwhelmed when in the bigger, louder crowd (our team coached by a family member won the national title!) but was fine when watching from the concourse above the seating. We were also out late with the team celebrating, but he was fine and unaffected. <BR/><BR/>Baseball games worry me though as we want to take him to an I-Cubs game this summer, but I'm definitely apprehensive about foul balls. I can't imagine sitting behind the dugout with him. I'm not really comfortable sitting there with my wife, let alone a kid.Benjihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04911410580005568322noreply@blogger.com