With very full tummies we headed over to the game. Since we are on this kick about exposing SS to positive female role models, her first baseball game featured a female pitcher. I am not a baseball fan but it was so important for P to be there, so I sucked it up. Everything that SS enjoyed, the crowds, the noise, the annoying cowbells it is what made it so difficult for me. Amusement parks are easy for me because I at least get the adrenalin rush from the roller coasters to even out my anxiety. There is nothing to help my anxiety when the main draw is watching a game. SS and I spent quite a bit of time at the sandbox, where SS bamboozled a teenage attendant to leave her post and build sand castles for her. We are fearing when SS not only realizes her pull with people, but decides to use it for evil instead of good.
Since we had such a nice dinner, we had to forgo the usual ball park food fare. The garlic French fries smelled amazing, but will have to wait until next time. So it was beer for P, a margarita for me, and M&M's for SS. Our overly stimulated daughter crashed during the drive and woke up just as we arrived home. Thankfully after a diaper change, we placed her in her crib, still clad in her Yoshida over sized T-shirt.
SS did very well during dinner, even though lately she has been refusing to eat meat and poultry. She really enjoyed the beef/lamb combo. P is looking forward to making her lamb chops.
The reason we chose this opportunity to introduce SS to a baseball game. Eri Yoshida, 5 feet 1 inch of Japanese, female pitching goodness. And she is only 18 years old. As an added bonus, it was Eri's first strikeout as a pro, and SS was there.
Shortly after taking this picture a guy walked by us, smiled and waved at SS then said to us, "She is a big hit on that section over there." I turned to see all these people gawking at my child. It was rather unnerving and very uncomfortable.
We were very surprised when SS practically charged Rascal the mascot. The kid is afraid of everything, but obviously loves to squeeze over sized stuffed animals.
A boy of about 7 walked by us holding this balloon, and SS touched it. P and I immediately told her to keep her hands to herself, but the boy just gave her his balloon. A few weeks ago we were at the Mall playground and SS was playing with a 6 year old boy who had a tennis ball. As he was leaving he returned and handed SS his ball. What gives?
Our usually vivacious child decided to go shy on us when it was time to do the chicken dance. Yes, she is barefoot, we are awful parents. We had just returned from our first trip to the sandbox and P just took off with SS, guess he really wanted to dance.