When we were in Virgina, we took a day and went up to DC to go to a Nationals game. The park is beautiful, probably my favorite after Fenway and Safeco, and definitely #1 in terms of kid friendliness... likely because very few people actually go to see the Nationals so there is plenty of space to fan out (hee hee, I just reread this and caught my pun. Too much heat is making me crack up). Our seats were $10 on the day of the game when we walked right up to the gate and just bought them, just like that. There were no sweaty guys in too tight
jorts who needed a shave back in '83 and hadn't gotten around to it yet trying to sell tickets. The crossing guards were nice and actually let pedestrians cross the street instead of sending them out for a game of chicken for their own personal amusement. Basically, an entirely different experience than going to Fenway. Molly will most certainly go to Fenway at some point, likely when the springs in her legs stop bouncing quite as much and when she won't mind a little beer being spilled on her. For now, though, seeing the Nationals was a treat for all of us -- for the adults, it was nice to get to see a game (some of us were more excited to see D-Lowe pitch than others -- I just waited for the water works to occur when his team lost. Crybaby.) and for Molly, it was nice to go on a french fry and gelato binge.
Enjoying the view from the nosebleeds... of the food. The game could have been being played on Mars for all she really cared.
Family pic with Uncle Greg in the background. Yes, it was warm. Yes, Greg is wearing a ridiculous amount of clothing for a hot summer day in DC. I'm not sure how we're related sometimes.
Don't be fooled into thinking that Molly was ready for an afternoon snuggle. She's trying to make an escape from our human fortress so that she can snag someone's cotton candy or smoothie. Grammy was a hurdle that just had to be crossed.
Realizing that her plan had been thwarted, she turned her attention to mugging for the camera like it was her plan all along.
And finally, just a random picture of the binky queens who are waiting for the friends of binky meeting to start in the pack 'n play. Or they look like those forlorn smokers who have been relegated to back alleys and or loading dock doorways to sneak a smoke in where they won't be judged, gosh darn it.
Enjoying the view from the nosebleeds... of the food. The game could have been being played on Mars for all she really cared.
Family pic with Uncle Greg in the background. Yes, it was warm. Yes, Greg is wearing a ridiculous amount of clothing for a hot summer day in DC. I'm not sure how we're related sometimes.
Don't be fooled into thinking that Molly was ready for an afternoon snuggle. She's trying to make an escape from our human fortress so that she can snag someone's cotton candy or smoothie. Grammy was a hurdle that just had to be crossed.
Realizing that her plan had been thwarted, she turned her attention to mugging for the camera like it was her plan all along.
And finally, just a random picture of the binky queens who are waiting for the friends of binky meeting to start in the pack 'n play. Or they look like those forlorn smokers who have been relegated to back alleys and or loading dock doorways to sneak a smoke in where they won't be judged, gosh darn it.
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