Take Us Out to the Ball Game!

When your Pops turned 72 years old, this was our present to him (pay close attention to the requisite respect and reverence a son must give to his father at all times):

Unfortunately, Pops' birthday is February 15, and there is no baseball in February. So it was a voucher until baseball officially started.


And scheduling just wasn't working out for the Rangers, so a few weeks ago, you, me and Mimi took Pops out to the ball park to see the Frisco Roughriders play ball.


In the first through fourth innings we foraged for food and then ate said food. Except for you. Apparently we're raising you so healthily that you scoffed at ballpark chicken nuggets.

 Although, you did help yourself to many a french fry and ketchup.

By the top of the fourth, we were ready to find our seats, but decided to pose by the foul post first.

Then we found our seats at the bottom of the fourth. Roughriders had just struck out, so you were sad.

Okay, maybe you just didn't want to sit down. But your genius Mommy brought your favorite new toy: a spray bottle. This kept you interested for a long time. And worked well to keep us cool. You sprayed Mommy's hands...

Fed yourself some water...

And fed me some water too!

 

The rest of the game was a lot of fun too.

Pops took some great pictures of you.

And you and I took some pictures of them!

We sang "Take me out to the ballgame" in the 7th inning stretch. After it was over, you said "AGAIN!"

We followed instructions and rooted, root-rooted for the Home team.

Pops even taught you to yell "CHARGE!"

"CHARGE!!!!!"

In the end, the Roughriders won, we saw some fireworks, got free hats, Pops got hit in the shoulder by a foul ball and no one was in a foul mood!

We didn't buy you peanuts or cracker jacks, but we do know that we'll go back soon to the Old! Ball! Game!