A friend of ours had a birthday recently, and to celebrate a group of us were invited to join her for a Nats/Cubs game. She’s a Cubs fan. It was a 7 p.m., Monday night game, so initially I told Sean he’d probably be going on his own if he decided to go. Getting a sitter to our house in enough time for me to leave to get into the city on a weeknight is tricky. And then I thought, but this could be so fun! I want to go! And Sean and I talked more and we said, we should just risk it and bring Wes because the cost of the babysitter would have been more than his ticket. So in a very unlike us move, we ended up breaking our rules and bringing Wes to a baseball game that started at bedtime!
I’m so glad we brought him! This worked out so well and was a lot of fun for all of us! Wes, of course, didn’t really know what was going on, but he occasionally popped up on Sean’s lap and Sean would walk him through what was happening. He liked when people clapped and cheered and would join right along with them. He danced to the music, made friends with the birthday girl, and mastered drinking water straight from the bottle. A very successful night all around.
We made it through the first half of the 5th inning, or about 8:45 p.m. Which meant we made it for the Presiden’ts Race! I love the President’s Race! George won. We parked at Sean’s office and our house is a little ways out, so I knew getting home would take awhile. I thought I was so smart coming prepared with pajamas and putting him in them before we left for home. Because of course he’d fall asleep. Right? Nope! He chatted the whole 35 minutes home! “You’re going in the wrong direction, Momma. Daddy told you the right way to go.” “It’s raining? Are we going to see lightning? I need to call my friend Eleanor. We’re going to talk about the ligtning. Did you bring my phone?” (It was not raining. No, he doesn’t have a phone.) “Momma, you crack me up.” “Do you see the crane? Are the construction workers still working?” And he recapped the foul ball that landed incredibly close to us. The man who caught it spilled his peanuts and Wes cried. I’m not sure if Wes cried because he was scared by the close proximity of the ball or because the man spilled his peanuts. I think it may have been the spilled peanuts. It still comes up and he always leads with the peanuts spilling, not the ball landing. While I didn’t really want him to fall asleep at 10 p.m., I really enjoyed experiencing a ball game with him and his loopy chatter at the end of his night.