Usually I don't take the kids to games that start after 6:30, but since we've had such a sad week we blew off bedtime and went to a 7:30 game tonight (living large!). The baby was styling tonight.
The little guy wants to play sooooo badly. It's heartbreaking. The umpire asked if he was playing, and the guys on the team called him their secret weapon. (They are amazingly sweet guys.)
After the game, the kids ran the bases and then we got ice cream. It was a late, much-needed, fun night.
Everyone needed a nice quietly fun time. Love, Grandma
ReplyDeleteT-ball next year?
ReplyDeleteLove,
Gramps