The RGs finally got to attend a baseball game! They've been asking all summer long to play baseball, see baseball, go baseball, have baseball...
On Labor Day weekend, we headed to the ballpark for a 6pm game. Not knowing exactly what to expect from Em and Roo, we opted to spread out a blanket on the berm.
It turned out to be perfect.
Roo inhaled popcorn and hot dogs and read the program.
Em stayed glued to the action and wanted to know each player's name and how he was feeling.
When the game ended, the after-show began with an outstanding fireworks display.
Total icing on the cake.
We figured that would be that and we'd head home. But, the field was opened up for kids to run the bases and Em was determined to participate. She patiently waited the 20 minutes in line, focused on the field the entire time. Finally, she, Roo and Daddy set off.
It was all going really well until Em got to 3rd.
Between 3rd base and home plate was the giant mascot. A dude in a bulldog suit.
He was high fiving the runners and Em couldn't figure out how to avoid him. She'd smoked J and Roo and couldn't see me waiting for her at home plate. My brave little girl decided to cut across the grass and hook it home. But, she was stopped by some of the field maintenance guys. Finally, they saw me and she heard me and we all got back together again. Em held it together until she was in my arms and then the tears came.
I got the whole run on video, but the last half is pretty much audio only. I didn't realize I left the camera running the whole time I was trying to get Em back.
J and I made such a big deal about her awesome run and bravery. By the time I tucked her in that night she told me that she wasn't scared of the big puppy anymore. Just to be sure, though, she's asked at least once a day since then where Spike (the big puppy) is and what he's doing. Just checking to make sure he's not around the next corner, I think.
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