Monday, June 8, 2009
Take Me Out to the Ballgame
Adventures in (Ir)responsible Parenting continue this week with a recap of the baseball game we took Penny to, knowing full well the first pitch wasn't going to be until 7:05 p.m. But we'd been dying to go to a game for ages; I'd been craving it all winter long. I say crave because I will only eat a hot dog and an entire bag of peanuts under certain circumstances: At the ball park, in summer. So when our friend Carl scored us some tickets, we couldn't refuse, plus it was a chance to hang out with C&C&N (thanks Carl!).
Being the crafty planner I am, I thought I could get Penny to take a late nap, and then she would be refreshed for 9 innings of fun. And fireworks! Good plan, right? Alas, it was a one nap day instead of the much preferred two-nap days. It's like she knows when I'm trying to work within a time frame.
Britt Hexing the Reno pitcher, to no avail.
Penny was a trooper! She ate a whole pretzel herself and even seemed somewhat intrigued by the game, until the 7th inning stretch, at which point she became increasingly irritated by the incessant booing of the crowd (our team lost) and increasingly frightened of the mascot. There was a point where she was upset enough that I decided to take her for a little walkabout, only to be TRAPPED on the stairs with the mascot coming right for us.
Mmm, pretzel...don't worry, Penny. Mommy will protect you from the mascot.
But she rallied (unlike our team), and by the end of the game, she was still in a pretty good mood. Until the fireworks. Which was a little funny, because when she wasn't completely freaked out by the noise and the horrible country music, she was mesmerized by the visual display of the fireworks against the night sky.
When we pulled into our driveway, it was well after 11 p.m. and we patted ourselves on the backs for being such responsible parents. We rule.