Saturday was little man's first time to go to a baseball game.
At first he was antsy and wanted to get down. He threw a grape at the man in front of us and on more than one occasion tried to touch his hair.
But when everyone else started clapping he couldn't help himself but clap along.
I had no idea what a big deal this was for hubby. Apparently going to a baseball game with your son is a right of passage.
After little man got over his first initial put me down phase he really seemed to enjoy the game or at least the experience. We made it a total of four innings and then decided to leave.
I'm glad we left when we did. On the way back to the truck it started pouring. Nothing like seeing a man with a child and a stroller along with his very pregnant wife running across the parking lot trying to figure out where we parked!
It was a fun night and I'm glad we went. And in case you were wondering.....we won!