This summer, my kids rocked our library's summer reading program. They raced through the levels, and won all of the prizes. Caleb did so well that he was entered into a raffle for Cardinals tickets, and guess what? He won! I spent a lot of time searching for just the right game, with just the right seats for those tickets. After months of waiting, tonight was the night!
We try to see Fredbird at every game, but I think this may be the first picture of our entire family of six with him.
We usually prefer to sit in the left field bleachers, but with Caleb's free tickets, our only option was right field bleachers. (Really, even those were almost not an option; they wanted us to just pick nosebleed seats. But I kept searching and finally found some bleacher seats for us, because I know that bleachers are the best when you have as many little ones as we do!)
Caleb was feeling grumpy at the beginning of the game. Can you tell?
Surely you can't tell that he was being grouchy.
(Side note: he woke up this morning and got dressed for school in his Cardinals gear. Kid knew today was the day, and he was excited!)
Can you also tell that Doesn't-Nap-Any-More-Daisy took a nap today?
And then there was Miss Lily. She was so cute and funny at the game! She clapped every time there was something to clap for or along with, and she danced to every song. She is possibly the most adorable two-year-old that ever lived.
This boy did great, too! He wanted to eat all the things, and spent a good while gnawing on my hot dog, trying desperately (and unsuccessfully) to get more than just a taste.
See? Eli + hot dog.
Mama is not amused. She wants to eat her own hot dog, by golly!
I attempted to take a family selfie, but apparently the six-person selfie is a skill that must be practiced and refined.
This was the best I got.
Caleb was happy by then.
Oh my goodness. Are you dying from the cuteness? I am dying.
And then, the thing that we always worry about happened.
The Cardinals hit a home run.
When the Cards hit a homer, there are fireworks. And my bizarre quirky children don't like loud noises, or surprises, or fireworks.
Tonight, we witnessed not one, but two home runs. Chris and I both held our breath and waited for the screaming and crying to start....
and it never did.
Do you see the surprise and delight in his eyes?
Ladies and gentlemen, we are officially past the "afraid of fireworks" stage.
Lily was thrilled.
Daisy covered her ears out of habit, but really she didn't mind the fireworks at all.
And Eli?
Babywearing FTW.
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