"experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted." -randy pausch

Thursday, August 2, 2012

take me out to the ball game

my mom bought 10 tickets.
my cousins came too.
brennan now wants to play baseball.
like now.
chase slept on me.
and then i nursed him in my seat.
{i'm 2 for 2 now, go me--convenience is just taking over, don't judge!}
uncle dave took the boys {minus chase} for a ride of the bumble bee train during the 7th inning.
i spilled brennan's snow cone.
then he spilled his own snow cone.
it was tragic both times.
but worse when i did it.
the lemonades mom bought cost an arm and a leg.
dave spoiled us all with hot dogs, cotton candy, and anything else the kids asked for.
mary ate her ice cream in the most darling little plastic baseball cap.
reminded me of getting them at baskin robbins on those summer nights in iowa as a kid.
the blonde curly haired pitcher signed a baseball for brennan.
mom knew a player on the other team and dazzled the kids with knowing a real live SUPERSTAR.
childhood, baseball, and summer are my three favorite words today.
if only i could have had a plate of garlic fries from candlestick with my dad too:)
magic.



when we got home at 10:30pm all three of the kids were crying from exhaustion.
for the first time, it wasn't annoying.
or stressful.
it was just adorable.
i don't know why.
it just was.
{either i'm changing or it was a TOTAL fluke, probably the latter.}
there's just something so relaxing about sitting at the ball park on a summer night that must have put me in some kind of budha mood.
their little bodies were stained from spilled snow cones and sticky cotton candy fingers.
foreheads shining with sweat.
and eyes red.
brennan walked into his room crying, 
"i'm so tired, i just need to go to bed!"
{he has never said this in his entire life.}
chase was screaming so loud it sounded like one of his legs had been cut off.
{i even checked to make sure b/c i had never heard him cry like that before.}
max could barely hold her binky and blanky at the same time.
i could have stayed at that baseball game all night long.
:):):):):):)
i want summer to last forever and end all at the same time.
whichever.

4 comments:

Sue said...

There's something about baseball on a summer night. There just is.

=)

Katie said...

I laughed out loud when you wrote about the kids after the game. Awww. I could just picture it.

Amy said...

Summer baseball games. Just like the old days. Sigh... I love it. And holy awesome with the exhausted kids. That level of exhaustion makes bedtime so easy!

Amy said...

That level of exhaustion makes bedtime so easy! I am impressed you handled it so well.
Summer nights and baseball games. Complete with snow cones and hot dogs. Just like the good old days of Sand Lot and the Cleavers.