Babies' First Baseball Game

There really is no excuse for this.  We have been back in the US for over two years now, and we have a local, hometown baseball team.  But we just hadn't taken our poor children out for an evening of watching America's favorite pastime.  They were seriously deprived... but that was so last week.  Now they have experienced the thrill of a minor league baseball game.

We paid six bucks each to sit on the lawn and watch the game.  It was worth the price of admission when Mama got a little choked up after a Vietnam veteran invited us all to stand for the national anthem, which was played by a lovely brass band.  My kids have stopped asking, "Mom, why are you crying?" because I do it so frequently.  (Watching the Summer Olympics has been a complete sob-fest incidentally.)

 

All of the kids decided the best thing about the game was the stadium food.  My daughter Emma will totally appreciate my posting this very attractive photo of her and her authentic foot long, ballpark hot dog.  Lili and I were completely impressed with the "Super Nachos" we ordered, but to be fair, that girl will sit and eat sour cream with a spoon, so having a tortilla chip as a vehicle for her cheese and "white stuff" was really just a bonus for her.

After she tried helping herself to someone else's "bag of squishy pink stuff," Lili's Dad bought her  a bag of her very own artificially colored, spun sugar, and that was really something worth getting excited about.

"It's so FLUFFY!!"

And even though the home team didn't win, we still had fireworks and ice cream served in a plastic hat.  And those Carson kids are just a little more Americanized now.  

What shall we do next? 

 I vote for family cheer leading camp.

"A hot dog at the ballgame beats roast beef at the Ritz."  

~Humphrey Bogart