Some of you may have seen this picture on my Instagram or Facebook of little Peanut sitting in a car.
Husband and his family have a proud family history of racing. His dad raced, his brother raced and he raced. So it definitely dos not surprise me knowing they decided to buy a pair of cars to give the kids.
He he also wanted to show them that the cars were fine and they couldn't blame the cars if they lost. Fine logic, I suppose.
We even spent a few days before that to go to the tracks to practice and know the grounds. We were parked at the pits, Peanut was with us too. He didn't react too well being at such close proximity to roaring engines and the screeches of the cars making those left turns.
He was excited. I wasn't too much .
Needless to say, I did not feel like bringing Peanut to the race tracks after the experience we had during practice, but we figured since we were going to be at the bleachers, the sounds wouldn't be as bad.
We ordered some noise-cancelling infant ear-muffs for Peanut. So we hope that would help.
Peanut cried a little but he does fine when I hold him or have a hand pressing on his chest. Halfway through, he was used to the engines and the loud crowds, soon he was smiling and flirting as usual.
So he got to the bleachers and sat with us and watched the other classes race. I was thankful he was with us, because Peanut preferred it when his daddy could hold him to sleep.
Y'all need to understand that we were out at the tracks for 5-6 hours at this point.
There are days I am thankful for this baby. He is good natured and does not fuss too much unless he wants food or cuddles.
Personally, I'm too culturally different to fully appreciate the environment. It was loud, it was dusty, it had people screaming and yelling; but the man I love enjoys it. I enjoy looking at his beaming face when he tells me the things I never knew about cars or racing.
I love his passion.
Just as long as I get myself some noise cancelling ear-muffs and fumes masks to cover the scent of gasoline.