Baseball Fever

We took the kids to their first "real" baseball game last night...if Minor league baseball counts as "real". We were able to enjoy seats right behind home plate...thanks to Tom's work, which has season tickets.

Bradley was enthralled.
His eyes were glued to the field.
His lips were glued...to his soda.

Karah wasn't quite as impressed with the "baseball" part of the experience. She was chilly and regretting her decision to refuse to wear a jacket. Her burger brought her no solace.

We took the kids out past the outfield - where there is a great playground.


The view from the playground area was vera nice. I even captured a shot of the first baseman doing the splits. Yikes.

There is a grassy hill by the scoreboard that is a great place to watch the game...or...to roll down.

Or....to have photo shoot on....

(This last pic was taken by Karah...not bad for a 6 year old!)

Bradley loved watching the pitchers warm up in the bull pen.


And Karah...she walked around clapping and giggling.


We ended the night with treats of their choice.


Karah...the pink cotton candy.
Bradley...dippin dots in a helmet cup.

On the way home, my legs started itching. I told Tom that I thought I had chigger bites (the politically correct term being "Chegroes"). We picked Bryce up from the sitter's house and by the time we got home - my entire body was covered with an itchy allergic reaction rash....a baaaaaad itchy rash. So far- my face, hands, calves, and feet have been spared. Everything else...covered. I feel like a freak of nature.

(I will spare you the pictures...that's just nasty)

Perhaps it's baseball fever??