Take me out to the ball game

"Take me out to the crowd!
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks..."

Yeah, you know the rest. What red-blooded American doesn't? I grew up around baseball. My dad loved baseball. He played and so did all of us kids (well, softball for the girls), at least for a little while. He even coached our softball team. And, while I could never really sit and watch or listen to a whole baseball game, it seemed like Bob Uecker's voice was always in the background while we played outside in the summer. I can still remember the old radio my dad listened to in the garage all spring and summer long. Baseball will always be America's game. And whether you actually like baseball or not, going to a game just can't be beat.

Brennan was too afraid of the Fisher cat to get in the picture.

So, even though baseball isn't the favorite sport in our house, we thought it would be fun to take the kids to a game. Last Sunday we went to see the New Hampshire Fisher Cats in action. Rain and storms threatened all week but we actually ended up with a beautiful afternoon for a game. I think I can safely say that the kids thoroughly enjoyed their first baseball experience. In hindsight we should have explained the game and rules to them a little more before we got there, but they had fun none the less. I know it's an afternoon I'll always remember.

Aside from the actual game, they had a blast in the kid zone before the game. We seem to be finding them in a lot of bouncy houses lately for some reason.

Brennan actually had a pretty good swing and hit the ball well, but he was still disappointed he didn't get it in any of the holes.

And of course, the snacks were a big hit. We thought we would get them hot dogs too - because what's a baseball game without a hot dog? - but the game went so fast it was ending before we had a chance.

The peanuts were Kaelyn's favorite. She loved that she could throw the shells on the ground. I think she paid more attention to the peanuts than the game.

Brennan, on the other hand, actually seemed to really be paying attention and he asked a lot of questions. I was a little confused when he asked about the red team and the white team since the only colors on the field were blue and grey. Perhaps we need to work on colors more before he starts preschool.

"...One! Two! Three strikes your out at the old ball game!"