The Ball Game

J has been taking Little Miss C out for daddy-daughter dates for a few years now. Lately we've been noticing that E is old enough to have some one-on-one time, too. So when J scored some free tickets to a baseball game, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. 

E has only recently been learning to play baseball, so seeing it in person was a marvel. He's also been learning all his numbers, and spent much of the game matching the score to the numbers on the bleacher seats. 

Of course, the food was half the fun. Of all our children, E is the most difficult to force food into. Except when said food is a hot dog, soda and ice cream. Boyhood heaven. By the time they made it home, he was asleep on his daddy's shoulder, but the next morning he couldn't stop pantomiming the crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd, and the way the ball splashed into a swimming pool {truly!}. He can hardly wait for his next father-son outing.