On June 15, the Timbers Army had the opportunity to march in the Portland Pride Parade. It was amazing; there were many of my Timbers Army brethren, all marching for equality, diversity, and love. I really hope we are invited back next year. We were one of the largest groups to march in the parade, and we chanted the entire parade route.
I know, I know, it’s been like over a week since the Portland Pride Parade, but I just recently got the time to sit down and edit the photos from the event.
I had the amazing opportunity to take photos of the event, and I arrived home after the Thorns match that was after the parade to realize I had So. Many. Photos.
452 to be exact.
That’s a lot of shots.
A lot of people were antsy to see photos of the march, which gave me a dilemma of posting all the photos at once onto Flickr, or taking my time to edit and whittle down the collection to something less monstrous. Since we live in the age of smartyphones and such, the “Me Wantee Now” movement is quicker than ever. So I went for a compromise (sort of), and just posted most of the photos.
Okay, there were still 360 of them. Some redundancies, but if you flip through some of them really quick, they look like a movie! Take THAT, Vine (and now Instagram Video as well)!
I really did intend to sit down to pick and edit my favorite shots. It’s been on my to-do list for a week, and with the magnificent win against Colorado today, it gave me that post-match buzz (non-alcohol-fueled! I know, I’m just as shocked as you) to stay focused and choose my faves.
And now you can view 42 of my favorite shots, made all pretty and such with fancy editing and cropping.
Why 42?
It’s the answer to the ultimate question to life, the universe, and everything.
I know, totally geeking out to Hithhiker’s Guide here, but really! There was so much love and positivity at the Pride Parade that it naturally made sense to choose 42 shots.
42 shots of love, support, diversity, you name it. It was there. And I wish the rest of the world could have felt it, for we would probably have a lot less problems.
Coming up with a room design was a tough one. The decor from his first room, while pretty gender-neutral, was more on the side of little baby instead of little boy. Not wanting that theme to carry over to the new room, especially the sea-foam green color was the hard part.
I will miss that little deer that Rob hand-painted onto the wall. 😥
But what to do? Anything licensed (e.g., Thomas the Train, Mickey Mouse, etc.) was OUT, as I’m not a fan of pandering to a line of toys or a TV show, end up paying a gazillion dollars to buy ALL THE THINGS in that line, have a super-garish room (seriously, I know the colors match the overall look of the shows/toys, but jeez, could they tone it down a little?!), and then The Boy would immediately grow out of liking that line of toys/TV show, and we’d be stuck with a heinous comforter set for years.
NOPE.
Not in this house.
So back to the room design. The Boy is currently obsessed with trains, and we recently splurged on a gigantic train table as a super-early birthday present (he turns 2 in June), which was taking up valuable room in our living room until yesterday. I was initially thinking a “Trains, Planes, and Automobiles” theme, complete with effing MAGNETIC paint on the walls!
Seriously, how cool is THAT??
But there were two flaws with this design:
1- The Boy is not old enough to play with Matchbox cars, and his little wooden trains aren’t magnetic on the bottom, and
2- A can of magnetic paint is around $25, which is ridiculous if you’re implementing a small design like this one. Not to mention the time involved with painting the roads on the walls. And we didn’t have that kind of time. Our house was/is in chaos, and this needed to happen STAT.
So back to the drawing board. We came up with the idea of a Timbers-themed room, because it was something The Boy enjoys, and chances are, we’re going to be attending matches regularly for a LONG time. But we weren’t going to splash the Timbers logo or the Timbers Army logo all over his walls, because that would be a little much, not to mention the trademark infringement.
So we wanted a subtle nod, something that non-TA people would still enjoy, but may not quite understand why we painted his room that way.
RISING SUN FTW!
We went with a Rising Sun. Rob and I ended up haggling back and forth regarding the colors, and we both compromised.
I wanted stark white with the green I had chosen, and Rob wanted a lighter green.
I got my green, and Rob got a creamier, almost yellowy-white called “Morning Sun,” which was rather appropriate for the project.
It actually didn’t take too long to paint out; Rob was super quick with taping it off; it was all the goddamn touchup of the doors and trim before and after that took this project forever.
The Boy had the best reaction EVER. He kept saying “WOW!” as he walked all around his new room.
We used the zero-VOC paint from Dutch Boy, and it worked GREAT. We could really tell the difference once we used the glossy trim and door paint (which has VOCs) first to air it out and then used the non-VOC paint afterward, and what a difference it made; we woke up the next morning and didn’t smell any fumes at all (or noticed fumes when we left and re-entered the house after some time, as I know it’s easy to get used to scents when you’re around them for a while).
Now onto my new sewing studio, which we’ll begin painting tonight. Chances are I’m going to cry when we paint over the beautiful tree and deer Rob lovingly painted while I was pregnant with The Boy.
And then on to the excitement/anxiety/stress of getting my studio “just right” without having to go out and buy a ton more stuff.
Because stuff?
We’ve got plenty of it. Too much, really. I foresee at least two more trips to Goodwill before this whole switcheroo is over.
We’re gonna go off on a tangent for a moment and talk kiddos and soccer. 🙂
If you haven’t figured it out by now, Rob and I are huge Timbers fans. We recently got off of the rather lengthy Season Ticket Holder Waitlist and became Season Ticket Holders for realsies, and we recently became inaugural Portland Thorns (the new National Women’s Soccer League) season ticket holders as well.
I’ve been asked a few times what we do with The Boy, especially now as the new season approaches. Well, we bring him along, and we stand in the Timbers Army (TA) section. And he loves it.
Since we don’t get out much (definition = ever), Timbers matches have been our go-to family outing from March until October. I’ve had a few parents ask how we handle bringing The Boy, so I’l share what we’ve learned along the way:
1: Start them young.
The Boy attended his first match at three months old. We probably could have brought him sooner, but when he was Colic Baby, Timbers matches were the last thing on our mind (sorry, Timbers!). But if you’ve got an awesome baby (I seriously envy you!), take them soon.
The Boy’s very first Timbers match!
The sooner you take them to a match (or a large sporting event), the better. I’ve seen babies only weeks old at matches, and we probably could have brought The Boy, as no one would have heard him screaming (except us), but we were still trying to figure out what the hell we were doing when he was 0-3 months old. We’re still trying to figure out what we’re doing as parents, but we just fake it better now.
If you’ve waited, fret not, just follow the next tips (especially number 7), and you’ll have a little TA kiddo in no time.
2: Protect their ears.
My hearing is shot, Rob’s isn’t much better, and we’d prefer to have The Boy’s hearing to be intact as long as we can. Until he’s old enough to elect to blow out his ears with loud concerts, cranked headphones, and yes, loud sporting events, he’s going to wear some ear protection. We bought some earphones from Freddy’s in the hardware section, painted them green with white axes, and until The Boy doesn’t wear them anymore, Rob will probably keep adjusting the paint job every season, like this year.
This also protected him from hearing the collective groans from plays from last season!
We had a little difficulty with The Boy keeping them on at first, but once he realized how much better the match was when the booming sound of the Timbers Army was muffled (ESPECIALLY when we scored; the sudden decibel jump scares him every time if he doesn’t have the earphones on), he didn’t fight them. If your little one resists, just keep trying.
3: The Obvious.
Yes, I know they are super obvious, but be sure they are fed, hydrated, changed, warm or cool (depending on the weather), and dry. If one of those needs are not met, you’re gonna have a bad time.
Be prepared. But more prepared than if you’re just running to the store.
Rob and I typically stand in Section 208 (aka Del Boca Vista, an area of the Timbers Army notorious for the abundance of babies and kiddos), which has the advantage of being covered by the roof of Jeld-Wen Field. So when it rains, which is a lot (hello—it’s Portland), we tend to stay dry, which is huge for everyone’s happiness. At the beginning of the season, the weather tends to be reaaaallly cold for standing outside for three hours (we like to get there early), so even if we feel warm, we bundle up The Boy with a layer of snug pajamas underneath his clothes, in addition to a hat and blanket.
If it’s warm out, be prepared for it to be incredibly warm for baby. If they are old enough (as in, over one year old), be sure to bring an empty water bottle to fill once you get inside the stadium to help keep them hydrated. If they’re under one year old, be sure to bring breastmilk (or your bewbs, which is more convenient!), or formula to help keep your little one cool. Hint:: Guest Services is air-conditioned, has comfy chairs, and has a TV so you won’t miss a bit of the match if you need a break from the heat with your baby.
4: Lighten the load.
If you’re an avid sports fan like us, chances are you don’t actually USE your seat during the game. Which means you’re not only standing for an extended period of time, you’re also packing around your little one the whole time. Invest in a carrier, even if at first your little one hates it. We used the lillebaby sport carrier for Timbers matches. It was awesome; I loved that thing. I did a lot of research on baby carriers before we picked this one, and I liked the lillebaby sport one for the following reasons:
It’s versatile. Carry your kid forward facing, backward facing, on your back, or on your hip.
It fits. It works for both Rob (6′), and me (5’2″), and it’s super easy to adjust for both of our sizes.
It breathes. During the summer when it’s warm, we don’t have to worry about packing around The Boy, only for him to be totally overheating in the carrier.
We used that carrier for almost a year and a half, and we have recently stopped using it because we’re both fine packing him around ourselves. And now Rob’s brother and his wife are using it for their four-month-old (see #1)
5: Share the load.
While Rob usually packed around The Boy for most of the match, I would take over at the half or we’d switch throughout the match. It gives us both opportunities to snuggle with our guy, and it gives the other a much-needed muscle break (and a break for obtaining beer!).
6: Know where to go.
The Timbers Army is one of the lucky few in the MLS who have a General Admission section, so we can pretty much pick our seat. With that being said, don’t try to be the hardcore parent and bring your kid into the rowdiest part of the supporters section (or you can; it’s just not my thing to do so). You don’t want some dude feeling bad because he was pogoing and spilled beer all over your baby. YOU brought your baby there. Some people don’t want to deal with that; it’s nothing personal.
7: Have an exit plan.
Sometimes your kiddo is just having a bad time, regardless if it’s their first match or their 15th. Rob and I have a mutual understanding that when The Boy is done, he’s DONE. No matter where we are at, we have an exit plan, and THANKFULLY it hasn’t happened at a Timbers match (for that, I will TAKE the Colic Baby!).
Granted, we don’t leave if he’s throwing a tantrum (no raising bratholes in this household!), but if he’s upset, chances are, one or two of the needs listed out in #3 are not being met. Hence why we try to be as prepared as possible.
Now, every time The Boy sees soccer on TV, he yells like he’s at Jeld-Wen. Such a proud moment, especially when he learns a chant on his own.
But does he sing the chant at the matches? Not yet.
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