Nathan and I decided to expand our children's cultural experience.
What's that you say? Aren't we cultured enough?
Oh sure, we celebrate the Indian Holi Day with feasts and powdered dye fights.
We like to make sushi, Russian borscht and piroshki, Turkish food is a delight, Mexican cuisine is a main stay in our menu rotation, and Indian food reigns supreme in our kitchen.
We love to do British tea parties. (Herbal teas, of course.)
Our favorite music albums are sung in Turkish, Italian, or Russian.
Our favorite books are written by British authors such as Charles Dickens, Jane Austen, A.A. Milne, Lucy Maud Montgomery, and C.S. Lewis.
Nathan keeps a large collection of books written in Russian, and subscribes to a Russian magazine each month.
(He lived in Russia for 2 years on a mission for our church.)
We take our kids on field trips to see the professional ballet and opera every year.
We adorn each room in our our house with rugs and art from Turkey.
My absolute favorite shirts are Indian kurtas. I love wearing them! They are so comfortable and modest (Shopping for modest clothing in Texas is a joke. Everything is sleeveless, transparent, or has a plunging neckline. No good for a Mormon mommy!)
And finally, the best kicker of them all:
Our roosters.
They are named Luciano Pavarotti (my favorite opera singer),
Papageno (our favorite character from Mozart's Magic Flute opera),
and David Bowie (British pop star... the rooster just looked like him. Imagine David Bowie's character from the Labryinth....that's what our rooster looks like.)
Culture enough? Nah.
We needed to spice things up by including something iconically American.
Professional baseball.
I know it's hard to believe- but here's the confession: I have never watched a baseball game, not even a high school baseball game.
I was excited to introduce our 'littles' to this sport.
There's cracker jacks, cotton candy, hotdogs, and soda. Cheering and laughing crowds.
What's not to like?
Well...
"Everything", according to Sarah.
She hated it.
Dan hated it.
Matt tried not to hate it, but didn't actually like it either.
Diego had his first taste of soda pop and thought life was perfect, but didn't care about the game.
Nathan and I were not impressed. We tried gamely (pun totally intended) to make it interesting.
We left before the last inning.
We learned an important lesson:
Take us to an opera any day, but sports just isn't our thing.
1 comment:
Well, baseball is just boring! I am convinced you have to be drinking to really enjoy it.
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