LP's First baseball Game

Both Nate and I were very excited to have a little girl - but are also hoping she'll be a tough little cookie who likes to get her hands dirty and ruffle some feathers. So far - she's exceeding expectations. She has no fear that we've noticed, is no where near as neat an eater as her brother was, and seems to find great pleasure in doing things her way, on her schedule. Fine by us.

We hope too, though, that she'll have a love of sports and competition and teamwork. So, like her brother, we've started her off early - taking her to her first sporting event before she can even sit up by herself. The Blue Rocks had a 6 p.m. game. Perfect time to enjoy the game, not be stuck in the afternoon sun, distract Rye with food and not disobey both kids sleep schedules too much. And - bonus - they were doing fireworks afterwards!

It was a lot of fun - Lindsey soaked it all in (I'm sure she was analyzing pitches and recording RBIs, as needed), hanging out in the arms of loved ones, getting oogled by passerbys, and drinking some cold milk wihile her Nana craddled her.

Rye had a blast too - got to share a cookie dough ice cream cone with his aunt Erin - and then burn some energy jumping in a bounce house - and then slowly loose steam on top of daddy's shoulders (and, our big little man used the potty three times while he was there!!).

And after the game was over (Blue Rocks won!!), we all relaxed to enjoy the fireworks. And Miss Lindsey - she continues to be the tough little cookie we were hoping for - taking in the lights and the booms with no jumps or cries, just an awestruck face that beckons you to take a picture, or 30.