Chicago Wolves Game: "More Thunder!"

Our lucky little man has been able to experience some pretty great things in less than two and a half years. We're still not sure about what he's ready for, but we're willing to give most things a try. When I was invited to attend a Chicago Wolves game for their Social Media and Family Blogger night I thought it would be a great way for us to show the little guy something special and fun.

Everything about the game and events sounded incredible family-friendly, but I was just getting over the stomach flu. (Let's just say if it weren't for the VIP/Media parking pass, I may have had to skip.) We ended up skipping the Fun Fest beforehand (would have been fun), so picked up our tickets and then went to find our seats.

I realized something really quickly: Chicago Wolves games are super family-friendly. I mean, there were kids everywhere, which made me feel good. Honestly, I still get intimidated walking into places with W and noticing that there aren't many other kids. Walking into Allstate Arena for a Wolves game with a two year-old is a very comfortable experience.

We grabbed a couple of soft pretzels and waters, then sat down in our terrific seats just in time to see the pre-game fireworks. Our little guy went crazy for it, except when the the fire shot out of the giant wolf mouth that the players skated in on. The reaction: Pointing at it and asking me to "Make that meany thing go away!" and then trying to blow out the fire. It was sweet.


As the game was about to begin Black Eyed Peas came on and we knew that music-wise W would be very happy. I'm not sure how long he was interested in the actual game, but he quickly started to demand "more thunder" (translation: fireworks) and then got squirmy. Toward the end of the first period, he started to ask to go home. And then became more and more persistent (chanting "Let's go home!" while the crowd chanted "Let's go Wolves!"). Soon we smelled a dirty diaper, but had to be respectful of hockey etiquette and wait for a break in the game. (Later we realized that this was the beginning of the little guy's flu experience.)


Poor Matt had to change a really dirty diaper on a changing table in the men's room positioned over the sinks with kids visibly freaking out about how gross it was (can't really blame them). It didn't go well and we had to head out at that point, which meant we missed the cookie party between the 2nd and 3rd periods.

I wish we would have been a healthy trio for the game, because I'm sure W would have loved to stay longer, especially if the Wolves were scoring (more fireworks). For now I think he might be a little young for it, but I'd be more than willing to give it another try.

Note: We received three game tickets, a gift bag, and VIP parking complimentary. I was not compensated in any other way to write this post.