Early in April, when baseball season first started, Ann noticed that the Red Sox were giving away six commemorative pins to celebrate 100 years of Red Sox baseball. We decided to go to all six games where these pins were being given away to collect two sets, one for Jack and one for Baby 2.0 (whoever and whenever that may be). And, along the way, we had a little magic as well.

Pin #5 was the toughest to get. Rox had just arrived to babysit for us and we headed out to the car around 6:00 with plenty of time to get to the park before the 7:05PM start. We turned on the local sports station to hear the pregame show and found out that the game started at 6:05 that night, not 7:05. Oops. We drove as fast as we could, parked, got the subway, and ran almost all the way to the park. We got there to find out that all pins had long since run out (it was the third inning when we arrived). We nearly lost it. After so many months, to not finish was too horrible a thought. After running from gate to gate hoping to find anyone giving out just a few more we finally ended up at customer service. I told the man in the booth that we were collecting for our son and was there anything he could do. He handed me two pins from his shirt pocket.

Sure, they're cheesy. And sure they're probably worth spit. It was a project and we finished it. And if we raise Jack right and he's a Red Sox fan, he will be glad we did.