Last night, we took the kids to their first baseball game with Uncle Andy and Aunt Amy.
It was really fun to be there as I have always loved baseball. It reminds me of watching the Yankees on tv as a kid with my Gram or listening to a Pirates game on the radio with Meg's dad. Some people don't like baseball because it can be rather slow in between exciting plays, but I think that's why I DO like it. I can follow what is going on! The game was lost on Ellerie, but she loved the music and clapping and watching the people. Tate was half interested, sniffly with allergies, and asking to go home after the second inning until he got some million-dollar popcorn and water. He was able to follow along some, but Cal just soaked it all in. He loved that he could watch the count and tried to decipher balls and strikes. It was because of him that we stayed until the very end.
Oh, I think there will be more baseball games in our future.
Nana and Papa, are you ready for next week?