If you’re a pregnant baseball fan in Brooklyn you’re in luck! Maybe.

The Cyclones, Brooklyn’s minor league baseball team, are hosting “Bellies & Baseball: A Salute to Pregnancy."

Some of the Highlights include:

Barefoot & Pregnant: Expectant moms can run (or, more likely, walk) the bases with no shoes on before the game. We got winded on the walk to the field, so running the bases is out.

Craving Station: A table on the Concourse level will offer pickles, ice cream, anchovy pizza, etc. for pregnant women who crave more than the usual ballpark fare. Inevitably whatever we're craving, you don't have--and our DHs are going to have to go somewhere else to get it.

7th Inning Stretch Marks: Pregnant women will be allowed onto the field in the 7th inning to sing Take Me Out to the Ballgame. Stretch marks are not to be sung about!

Special Delivery: Any woman who gives birth at the ballpark before the end of the game gets free Cyclones Season Tickets for life for each member of her new family. I want my Ob-gyn, not your team doc, delivering my baby.

Pregnancy Pitch: Any woman in her third trimester gets to throw out a ceremonial first pitch before the game. Most people laughed at the president's All-Star game pitch, there's no way I'm striding out to the mound.

Thanks for including us, but we'll watch baseball in our air-conditioned homes—where we don't have to wait in line during our constant bathroom breaks.

Did you catch Paul McCartney’s performance on the Late Show with David Letternman last night? I did.

During McCartney’s first visit back to the Ed Sullivan Theater, where the Beatles launched their U.S. invasion 45 years ago, he performed several hit songs, reminisced about the Fab Four, and captivated the audience with his dry wit.

I loved it! Why? That’s easy. Many Beatles songs are fun, have easy-to-remember lyrics, and transcend generations. They’re songs that I don't hear often—unlike the Jonas Brothers’ soundtracks that I have memorized—but they’re the songs that defined my early years.

Hearing McCartney’s voice, my thoughts flew to long-lost friends, summer nights, school dances, first kisses, teenage sullenness—mine, not the one that’s looming—and the years before adulthood took hold.

It was an awesome, completely unexpected escape from reality. And, thanks to this clip of McCartney’s performance, one I can repeat. Soon.

Today marks the halfway point of 2009, and if you’re like most of us, the resolutions you made in January have long since fallen by the wayside.

Exercise daily. Hmmm…
That worked for a while, but then exhaustion kicked in and sleep became more important than 5 a.m. workouts.

Eat more healthily. Yes! Yes! No…
Does regularly chowing down on a Skinny Cow ice cream sandwich for dinner count? It's always just one, and it’s better than eating a pint of ice cream.

Stop procrastinating. I’m getting around to that one…

Lose 10 pounds. Yeah, right.
That’s been a resolution since 2003.

We could easily renew our resolutions today -- there’s only half a year to go! Maybe it’ll work!

Instead, this time, it might be better to take a different approach. Laura Lippman, a New York Times Magazine writer, picks a one-word resolution.

Your word could be anything: Run. Bake. Volunteer. Read. Listen. Persevere. Relax. Dance. Remember. Enjoy. Try. Give. Dream. Be. Live. Meditate. Reflect.

With only half a year left, what word sums up your year thus far? And, more importantly, what’s your word for the next several months?

The east coast has been battered by storms for the last several weeks, and tensions are running high. The forecast for next week is equally glum.

As a child, I wouldn’t care. Often my parents handed over swimsuits and let us run around our large back yard where we scared up worms (and other creepy-crawlies), puddle jumped, and looked for rainbows.

When the rain was too intense, we’d stave off boredom with board games, puzzles, cards, and movies -- all treats for outdoorsy, athletic kids who rarely sat still for more than 15 minutes. We’d build large blanket-and-pillow forts and read by flashlights. By early afternoon, we’d plan dinners that included time-consuming cooking projects that left us covered in flour. At bedtime, we were exhausted, but content, and we barely noticed that we spent the entire day indoors.

Why is it, then, that as adults the rain almost always ruins plans? Traffic is slower. Commuters are more hostile. Morning workout gets derailed. The longer it rains the more the doom-and-gloom settles in. Maybe, this time, I’ll fight it. There has to be an easy pizza recipe somewhere. Otherwise, do you have any ideas to stave off adult-onset cabin fever?

To keep your kids entertained, check out 18 Get-Off-the-Couch Activities, Our Play: Quick and Easy Activities, or 5 Creative Crafts. If you've got other great ideas, we'd love to hear them. There are bound to be more rainy days this summer.

Last weekend's holiday gave many Parenting staffers a sneak peek at how we’ll spend the summer. Without pool access or a beach getaway, it looks like I’ll be picnicking at parks throughout the city.

The kids-free crowds had it easy: most toted deli-packaged pasta and fruit salads, cheese and crackers, or pre-cut veggies and hummus. Never fear: Your picnic can be stress-free, too.

First, grab the essentials: a large blanket to sit on, plates, cups, utensils, wet wipes or paper towels, a garbage bag (you don’t ant to leave a mess), sunscreen, and insect repellent.

Get your kids involved with menu-planning. They can toss dried fruit, nuts, and cereal together for a quick trail mix. After you cut fruit into chunks, your kids can slide pieces onto wooden skewers for fruit kebobs. Older chefs can spread cream cheese or hummus on whole-wheat tortillas or pitas and top them with meat and veggies. Pasta salads, which can be made ahead of time, are usually a hit, too.

Don’t forget post-picnic activities. Once your family is full, toss around a soft football, Frisbee, or baseball. Cards, books, and travel games are also an easy entertainment option.

Or, ditch the menu and stop by the deli. Hey, we know you’re busy…