Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Last Friday we loaded up the minivan and headed to the K for our first Royals game of the year.  I had mixed feelings about how it would play out. It was nearly 100 degrees (in the shade), neither of the boys can sit still for more than about thirty minutes at a time and it was going to a really late night for Chase, his mood generally takes a sharp turn downhill after about 9 p.m and Carter was very set on staying for the fireworks.  Dinner at the game was anything but healthy, I believe all Chase consumed was a cookie and a few cheetos at the tailgate, how's that for balanced.  I had a very good feeling that by the fifth inning, if I was lucky, I would be carting two sweaty boys to the playground for the remainder of the game, but much to my suprise and delight they did great, with the exception of a brief moment around the seventh inning when Chase looked at me, started to cry and said " I wanna go home, I go night night", I thought our time was up, but after a few restful minutes on my lap with his beloved paci we were back in business.  They made it through the entire nine innings and the fireworks.