Raising a Mets Fan

Cespedes Is Cooking!

As we saw during Spring Training, Yoenis Cespedes is serious about his cooking. He even lent out his Lamborghini just so he could have the right waffle iron

Lately, Cespedes has moved from waffles to eggs. 

Cespedes is cooking!  This year Cespedes has been the Mets best player. He’s hit .303/.384/.660 with 15 homers and 36 RBI. He leads the majors in homers, RBI, slugging, OPS+, and awesome cars. As we’ve seen these results are a result of what he’s been cooking up. Recently, he shared some of his eggs with Michael Conforto:

Conforto has hit homers two games in a row. He has also been the Mets second best player hitting .284/.358/.553 with eight homers and 24 RBI. 

Considering how the Mets have been hitting lately, it’s time the rest of the Mets start having what Cespedes is cooking. If he needs some help, I got the perfect sous chef for him. 

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Birthdays Done the Wright Way

Today, my family gathered together to celebrate my younger brother’s birthday. With my son, family gatherings usually involve every fawning over him while he’s mostly interested in playing with Cosmo:

  
It also means that I get to watch a Mets game with my Dad, brother, and son. My Yankee fan uncle was also there. We get to have all those little conversations about each and every player and what the Mets should or shouldn’t do in each situation. Some major points of discussion:

  1. Why was Jacob deGrom getting pulled after only 100 pitches?  
  2. How good is Yoenis Cespedes?
  3. Do you think David Wright‘s career is effectively over?
  4. Why is Eric Campbell on the team?
  5. Should Kevin Plawecki or Matt Reynolds bunt?

It was fun having these and other little discussions during the game. It was also fun being in a room of people that universally agreed Daniel Murphy is a better baseball player than Neil Walker. Admittedly, some of these discussions were a bit disjointed with a two year old chasing a puppy and asking questions about the game. 

It was great to watch a Mets game with my family the way I grew up watching a games. Sure, we have these discussions over texts during games, but it’s much better having these conversations in person. It’s even better when a game ends with Wright setting a club record with his eighth walk-off hit and ninth walk-off RBI:

After the game was over, it was time for some cake and ice cream to celebrate a birthday . . . and a Mets win.

  
Happy Birthday Uncle Pat!

Harvey’s Been Replaced 

Personally, I’m a big fan of Matt Harvey because he gave us all hope in 2013. Each and every time he took the mound, you didn’t know what was going to happen. It could be a no-hitter. Better yet, it could be a perfect game. He may strike out over 20 batters. You didn’t know. In 2013, anything was possible. 

He had to have Tommy John surgery meaning nothing was possible in 2014. 

Once Harvey returned in 2015, anything was possible again. We saw that as the Mets won the pennant. Harvey was through the thick of it all. He pitched more innings than anyone has post-Tommy John. He came so close to sending the World Series back to Kansas City. 

In my household, there was only one man who pitched for the Mets:

  
Now, Harvey is struggling. Yes, anything is still possible. However, with Harvey’s struggles this year some of the magic is gone. Unfortunately, he’s been replaced by another Harvey:

  
With Harvey’s struggles, this is who my son thinks of when I ask him who Harvey is. This Harvey is not just a crane. He’s an engine too.  

I wonder if he could pitch into the seventh inning. 

Waking Up My Son for Baseball History

For the third time in my son’s life, I woke him up to watch a baseball game. 

The first time was September 25, 2014 when Derek Jeter had his last at bat at Yankee Stadium. I sat there with an almost nine month old, and we watched this:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AejNA_42RRA

It was an amazing baseball moment. I will always remember where I was when that happened. 

The next time I woke my son up for a game was October 21, 2015, when the Mets did this:

The Mets were winning their third pennant in my lifetime. It was the second one I remember. I wasn’t going to let him miss that moment.  I still remember talking to my Dad and brother that night with a cranky one year. 

Last night was the third time when Max Scherzer was on the cusp of history:

We watched him strike out Justin Upton to tie the all-time record with 20 strikeouts in a game. I was disappointed when James McCann grounded out to end the game. I got to watch baseball history with my son, but I didn’t get to see a new record. Side note: yes, I was rooting for Scherzer to do it. It’s history, and I’m a baseball fan. 

I wake my son up so he can experience these incredible moments. Will my son remember these moments?  Of course not. With that said, I do it for him as much as I do it for myself. I want to share these moments with my son as my Dad shared these moments with my brother and I. 

I remember my Dad forcing my brother and I watch Nolan Ryan try to win his 300th game (twice). I remember those countless times when he let us stay up past our bedtime in case this was the time the Mets finally got that elusive no-hitter. One of my fondest memories growing up was the Dad implemented rule that it’s not bedtime unless the Mets give up a hit. 

These are the moments I look forward to sharing with my son. These are the types of fond memories I want him to have. It’s why I’m starting him off early. 

Happy Mother’s Day

With everything my wife went through during her pregnancy, I learned she was an even tougher and stronger person than I ever knew she was. 

Then our son was born. That comes with many sleepless nights and days. There’s always something that needs to be done. The baby needs to be fed, burped, and changed. The changing usually requires a diaper and outfit change. With all the outfit changes, there’s a lot of laundry to be done. This is on top of housework and finding time to make and eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. 

She did it all. She continues to do so. She was and is still an amazing mother. There is not one day that goes by that I don’t stop and marvel at all that she has done for our family. 

Happy Mother’s Day. 

Cooking Eggs with Your Toddler

During the Alton Brown “Eat Your Science” show, he took questions from the audience. One involved when to cook with your kids and the benefits thereof. He advocating starting with your kids when they’re three or four. He explained the benefits of cooking with your kids, which includes making them healthier and more self reliant. 

I agree completely. Personally, I started cooking with my son right before he turned two. One reason I did this was because your son always wants to do what his daddy does. He was curious and wanted to help. Furthermore, I found when he helps, he was more eager to eat what was made rather than just asking for cookies, chips, or other kinds of junk food.  I also encourage cooking with your children because it teaches them patience and how to follow instructions. Lastly, I encourage cooking with your child because it’s bonding time. Every Saturday and Sunday, we go to the kitchen once we wake up to make breakfast. I love that time together. 

Like Alton Brown, I started with eggs because it’s nutritious, delicious, and pretty hard to mess up. The first time I cooked eggs with my son, he basically watched. Now, he participates. Here’s how we do it. 

First, I assemble everything we need:

 

I assembled enough eggs to cook breakfast for the family. There’s a pat of butter to grease the pan. There’s a Spurtle for me and a spoon for him. I like using the silicon because it doesn’t conduct heat thereby greatly reducing the chances of him burning himself. As for the bowl, you want something shallow enough your child can scramble the eggs but deep enough so you can prevent as much spillage as possible. 
After that, it’s time to break some eggs:

  
It was only recent that I allow my son to crack the eggs himself. The reason is egg shells could contain salmonella. It’s very important that not only your child, but also you wash your hands after cracking the eggs. At first, I would hold my son’s hands as he did this, but now he’s able to do it himself, and he knows if he gets anything on him he needs to wash his hands immediately. 

When you let your child crack the eggs, expect a lot of shells.  At first, I tried a sieve, but the eggs are too dense to easily pass through plus you have another dish to clean. By the way, cleaning a sieve is a massive pain. No, you’re really just going to need to pick them out. The best time to do it is when your child is washing their hands. 

Once everyone’s hands are clean, it’s time to scramble the eggs:

  
Yes, he did this himself. Yes, this was conveniently the first time he’s done it without spilling the eggs outside the bowl. At this time, you can add whatever you typically want whether it’s milk, cheese, broccoli, etc. I’ve found scrambled eggs are a good way to sneak in vegetables for your child to eat. With broccoli, chop it up in the food processor to get it fine this way it gets into every bite. Otherwise, you child can eat around it if he/she wants.  

In any event, it’s also a good time to wash yours and your child’s hands again. 

Whatever you do, once the eggs are scrambled, it’s time to actually start cooking the eggs:

   

  
Two notes here. First, I removed the nobs so he can’t start turning on burners. Second, the pan is not on at this point. I let my son put the butter in, and then I move the pan to a back burner. I don’t want him accidentally touching the pan or getting too close to the flame. In any event, I move it to the back burner and tilt it so he can see the butter melt. It’s an opportunity to explain to him why the butter melts while also exhibiting why we don’t touch things that are hot. At this point, it’s time to cook the eggs:

  
As you can see from the photo, he can only reach the pan with the spoon, but he can’t actually touch the pan. I usually get my son involved once the eggs are cooking. Note, we worked up to this stage. For a very long time, I held him with one arm while I cooked with the other.  Then I let him hold the spoon while I manipulated his hand to cook the eggs. 

Overall, just be careful. There is no need to let your child be involved in this or any other stage until they show they are ready. 

Another note, I like the spoon because it allows your child to serve themself. Once the eggs are cooked, I take out my son’s plate, and I hold his arm and body to make sure all he can do is scoop the eggs out of the pan and into his bowl. I use a bowl instead of a plate because it’s easier for him to carry it to the table without spilling anything. Once at the table, it’s time to taste:

  
If all goes right, your child will be left shouting “Hooray!”

Someone Was the Top Banana on Sunday

This has been a difficult start to the season, and I don’t mean just because of the Mets perplexing series loss to the Phillies. 

No, with the early season schedule it has been difficult to watch the games. I caught Opening Day and Saturday’s game. However, I had to listen to the two weekday games on the radio at work. Today, it was a nice sunny day, and I couldn’t sit inside all day inside with my son. He wanted to go out and do things. He may love watching the Mets, but it’s very difficult to get a toddler to sit still inside on a nice day. 

So, instead we drove to the Boardwalk and had some fun. Through the miracles of technology, I was able to listen to the game on the radio. However, my main focus was my son. It has to be. I got distracted from the game. I was aware that the Mets were losing. I had a concept of what was happening. That’s the benefit of listening to Howie Rose instead of John Sterling. By the way, Howie was again great today. However, I didn’t get a feel for the game. 

Instead, my son and I were getting a good feel for the rings at the ring toss:

  
We were told that only 10-15 people win a year. We were told no one has won this year. We were undeterred. Unlike the Mets batters against what can be a historically bad Phillies bullpen, we came to win. As the Mets were going down meekly in the bottom of the ninth, a ring was floating in the air. When the ring landed, we were the Top Banana:

  
It’s funny. In 2012 and 2013, I couldn’t imagine listening to a Mets game on the radio when I wasn’t at work. My wife and I would’ve run our errands after the game was over. She would be rolled her eyes, but she understands. And that’s when the Mets were bad. 

Now, when the Mets may be in their way to winning another World Series, I couldn’t have been happier being out and about with my son. I’m thrilled to have this giant banana that I have no room for in my house. Normally, the Mets losing two out of three to the Phillies would’ve ruined my day, weekend, and/or life. Now, I’m very irritated at the losses, but I was able to quickly get past it because I had a great day out with my son. 

There are days where being a parent is trying.  However, an average run of the mill fun day like this makes it all worthwhile. You’re able to put things in their proper perspective. You can still enjoy your day after the Mets do all they can do to ruin it. Fatherhood makes you a better person. You get so many positive things out of the experience. 

And sometimes, if you’re lucky, you go home with a giant banana. 

Why My Son Doesn’t Have His #CapsOn

Major League Baseball can just drive you crazy at times. Despite there being three games yesterday, they’re declaring today Opening Day. Furthermore, despite the fact that everyone was off today, they want all the fans to wear their team hats around today. 

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wear a hat in my office. 

In any event, it’s not a bad idea. I can’t wear one, but I was thinking this past weekend that I should get a new Mets hat for my son. He grew out of his first one right as the playoffs started, and I figured I’d hold off on getting him a new one until after the Winter. Overall, my search was a complete failure. 

We first stopped at Babies R Us. They Yankee hats, t-shirts, and jerseys. For the Mets?  They only had bibs, onesies, a $40 sweatshirt, and a David Wright toddler shirsey in clearance. No hat, but I did get the shirsey. 

Similarly, Dicks and Modells (two of them) did not have toddler Mets caps. Lids had Mets children’s fitted caps, but they were $26.00.  First, you never buy a toddler a fitted anything because that’s when they hit their growth spurt and grow out of it within a week. Second, why only fitted?  What happened to snap backs and stretch fit hats?  Finally, $26.00?  Are you kidding me?  Keep in mind that for those of you who don’t have toddlers, they’re not always fans of wearing hats. I’m not spending $26.00 for my son to only wear it 5 times. Great, now I should like my father. Thanks MLB!  

What’s frustrating about this is I want to get my son a cap, but I can’t. I still can’t get my son a Mets cap even after they went to the World Series. However, I can still buy my son a Yankees cap. Everywhere you go now, you see more and more Mets caps and less and less Yankees caps. Except for toddlers, you do not see toddlers wearing Mets caps. 

Now, I could go online and buy one, but with kids you really need to see it to know if it’s the right size or not. For example, my son can wear anything from 3T – 5T depending on who makes it. So in reality, that option is out. 

Logistically, that means either my son will go without a Mets cap until we go to Citi Field, or he will continue to wear one of Daddy’s caps. 

  


For now, we’ll stick with this option. 
  

My Son Got to Watch 1.5 Innings Last Night

Yesterday, my son was so excited for baseball. As soon as he woke up, he wanted to read If You Give a Dog a Donut (the dog plays baseball and hits a homerun). He put on his 2015 World Series t-shirt. He played baseball more than he had on any day during the offseason. 

  
By the way, sooner or later Mommy is going to stop Daddy from allowing this to happen. He’s starting to hit some real line drives and he hit me in the shoulder yesterday.  I’m not too proud to admit it stung a little. 

Before the game started, my wife and I agreed he could stay up a little later to watch some of the game. We got in front of the TV to watch the game. To make it fun, we sang “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” while he was on his piano while we were waiting for the game to start. And we waited, and we waited, and we waited . . . .

We waited 40 minutes before first pitch. We were past his bedtime before the game even started. 

Even though I knew I was going to pay for it, I let him stay up a little longer than intended. He curled up next to me on the couch, and I was able to describe to him more in detail what was happening. I had to explain AGAIN that no, we cannot throw our toys, but yes, we can throw a baseball. 

We waited until his new favorite playerMichael Conforto, came to bat. He didn’t disappoint by getting on base with a walk. After that, it was off to bed. My son got to watch one and a half innings. Note, he did sneak into the bedroom later to watch some more of the game. He fell asleep watching the game with me. Even with a frustrating 4-3 loss, I have to say it wasn’t all bad. 

My son still loves baseball. He still wants to watch games with me. Now, that the games are moving to SNY and away from ESPN, he might actually get to watch some of it. 

The Easter Tiger

I know it’s called the “Terrible Twos,” but it’s also a fun age where your kid has an active imagination. It especially comes out at bedtime when they don’t want to go to sleep. 

Tonight, my son told me the story of the Easter Tiger. He’s apparently orange and black and hops like a bunny. 

The Easter Tiger comes out after everyone else. You see Santa Claus first comes at Christmas, says “Ho! Ho! Ho!” and then he delivers Christmas gifts. After you’re done playing with your new toys it’s Easter. The Easter Bunny comes first. He hops along to put Easter Eggs in everyone’s Easter baskets. It’s very important to remember that, “the Easter Bunny works alone.”

After the Easter Bunny comes along, the Easter Tiger arrives. He hops along looking for Easter Eggs. If an Easter Egg is not in a basket, he eats the Easter Egg with a fork. After he’s done eating the extra Easter Eggs, Easter is over. 

These are the wonderful, sweet things that only a two year old can think of as he’s trying to not fall asleep. It’s a wonderful age.