I grew up a pretty big baseball fan- I played softball for years, collected baseball cards in the height of the Mark McGuire, Jose Canseco, Will Clark, and Jose Uribe bay area ball, and got my first job at a minor league ball park, selling souvenirs. (Though it wasn't long before my big break came and I got to work every girl's dream job: mascot- which in this case was a giant green pepper). Perhaps not glamorous- but I loved everything about being at the ball park: the players, the music, the smell of popcorn and peanuts and hot dogs, the cheers of the crowd for their home team, and night games played under stadium lights. While none of our kids have started playing yet, it's definitely in the cards for Miles- who's had a remarkably accurate overhand throw since he was a year old. Anyway, I digress. I am a girl who loves baseball- perhaps even more so now that I am old enough to drink at the games. :) So we definitely try to make time in our family's busy schedule for at least a couple River Cats games each season. This year we went out to celebrate my dad's 60th birthday (which blows my mind, because in my mind my parents are still the age I thought of them at when I was a kid- which is the age I am now-- wow-- mind blown even further). We bought some cheap seats on the grass, threw out some blankets and set up a couple camping chairs, and settled in for a fun night as a family. Nona and Grandpa were there with us and were happy to snuggle up the grandkids as the evening wore on. Our team ended up losing, but getting to be at the game and see fireworks afterwards still made for a great night.
The next day we took the kids out for a train ride along the river (we are loving our train museum membership this year). Savvy was sleepy, but Miles was delighted to be back on board and Cora, as always, was happy to be along for the ride. I love living in an area with so many fun things to do as a family. :)