The Fun Squeezed In

The past month has been a whirlwind of events and emotions and I haven't even had a chance to post pictures from Disneyland. But I want to back up a bit from Disneyland with this post.

William was in the hospital in mid September to get his broviac out (in preparation for our Disneyland trip). Unfortunately, he had an infection that kept him in the hospital longer than hoped and prevented him from using some Giants baseball tickets that had been given to him by UCSF to celebrated being done with treatment. Ryan and 3 of the boys enjoyed the game instead.

Tuesday, the day William finally got out of the hospital was one of their last home games that fit in our schedule to attend. Ryan searched the internet and found some tickets (not the 7th row from UCSF, but tickets in our budget). He invited two of his friend and they all ignored the fact it was a school night and they celebrated together! Of course, it went into extra innings and they got home after 1 am. But the memories are priceless.Who doesn't love a foam finger?

What's a baseball game without a hot dog?

So that was Tuesday night. Then Ryan and his good friend, Randy, a former tight end for UCLA, started talking about the upcoming UCLA vs. Texas football game that weekend. They do this every year and little comes of it due to their dedication to their kid's rec soccer games. Ryan attended The University of Texas at Austin for grad school and William was born in Austin. All of the sudden it became a road trip on Friday night to watch the game Saturday and then drive home that night. Randy's oldest daughter is William's age. Randy's connections with the athletic department got them great tickets to the game and to a tailgate party before the game. They also had passes onto the field with the players during warm ups and as the teams ran onto the field. They had a fantastic time. And it didn't hurt that Texas played quite well. Hook 'em Horns!
After getting the sporting events out of the system, he got down to the main perk and purpose of getting the broviac out: SWIMMING! My amazing friend, Lisa, has an uncanny connection to somebody everywhere and in every profession. She works closely with the local aquatic center (that's what happens when you're president of the local rec swim team among the dozens of other hats she wears) and knows some really wonderful, kind, and generous people over there. Because I'm too tired and lazy to post more pictures, here's the link to her blog about the day: The Stuff That Really Matters!

He also enjoyed soaking peacefully in the hot tub for over an hour while we were in Newport after he finally got discharged from the hospital in LA. It's the simple things that bring us joy, right?