They walked into the stadium, clinging to each other and me and gawking nervously all around. They looked so small and overwhelmed that I had to get a picture. So I wrenched my hand away from Calvin and ran ahead a few steps to get a good shot. Only to turn around and find that they were right on my hind end. Every time I surged forward, they frantically surged with me. These were the best I could get:
So, I passed off the camera to our friends and did my best I-always-smile-when-I-walk non-pose. Look at Reed --paranoia written all over that child's face!
They loosened up a little from the fun of riding the four escalators we had to take to the nosebleed section, but kept on clinging.
Then they were amazed at the hugeness of the stadium--and the tiny-ness of the players. This ain't no warehouse.
They were pretty much adorable through the whole game. I'm not sure how much they actually paid attention, but they clapped at the appropriate times and got really excited when a Cardinal hit a home run and fireworks exploded. I'm guessing they were doing what Mama was doing, staring at people and Jumbotrons and taking cues from the crowd about the game.
Posing with a church buddy |
They ate the entire bag of Starburst I had stashed in my purse. And half a bag of Smarties. And some of the other food that other people offered to share. And they peed about 8,000 times, probably just to see more sights. Is it selfish for me to be happy they're too old to go in the women's restroom?
We left the game early to avoid getting stuck in traffic, since our gas gauge was on empty (long story) and we weren't too keen on getting gas in downtown St. Louis at 11:00 at night. Ryan and I each took a hand and hauled the boys to the parking garage, past a hobo or two. This time I was the one clinging.
The boys zonked out in the car on the way home, but not before talking excitedly about the stadium, the sights, and even the game. Daddy's dream came true - and without the nightmare of a kidnapping or rogue hobo.
We left the game early to avoid getting stuck in traffic, since our gas gauge was on empty (long story) and we weren't too keen on getting gas in downtown St. Louis at 11:00 at night. Ryan and I each took a hand and hauled the boys to the parking garage, past a hobo or two. This time I was the one clinging.
The boys zonked out in the car on the way home, but not before talking excitedly about the stadium, the sights, and even the game. Daddy's dream came true - and without the nightmare of a kidnapping or rogue hobo.
3 comments:
Holy cow, you've been a bloggin' fool!! I've got some catching up to do! I LOVED the pictures from the game. Looks like a boys' (and dad's) dream come true!
P.S. I want to hear those (long story) stories! ;)
One of my favorite posts ever! Last time Collin and I were at a game we were wondering if the boys had ever gone, we would love to go with you guys sometime! I can only imagine how much they loved it ( especially after seeing their excitement at the mall...) I wonder how this will rank next to six flags. Also, I am totally with you on watching the people and the Jumbotron more than the game. Last time they had a thing where you could send in your name and what city you're from I sent ours in and watched it the entire time to see if we showed up. I don't even remember looking at the game more than twice... Oops!!!
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