Anywho, I digress...
We had so much fun!
Daddy was teaching the girls the ins and outs of the game. Elizabeth was really getting into it and would follow the strikes and outs really well. But her favorite part of the game - by far - was the sound clip of glass breaking every time there was a foul ball. What a giggler!
While the girls were following the game, Louis was following "Chucker." The boy is in love. He waved and waved, and if the mascot disappeared then Lou called and called, "Chucker, where are you? Chucker, where are you?!?" until (thankfully) he came back out for an appearance.
(Yep, pretty good seats, eh? Right behind the home plate!)
...and Louis waving frantically to the amazing Chucker.
He was also a big hit when it came to the free giveaways that they throw into the crowd. Poor Lou was determined to catch something, anything, whether they were throwing something at the time or not. So while he was waiting for another glimpse of dear Chucker, he spent his time ready for the big catch. I love this boy.
I wasn't so confident in my children's attention spans and figured when they melted down we'd just take off early. Boy was I ever wrong (and that hardly ever happens...) They lasted all nine innings and were still cheering the Chuckers on at 11:00 that night when we finally got them home and tucked into bed! By the way, it's summer, so don't judge me for keeping my young children awake to such an insane hour. These are memories we're making!
