Most of the day's pictures are blurry and I didn't realize it until we got home. 'Tis one of the hazards of "sharing" the camera with little photogs. They don't always remember to keep their wee fingers away from the lens.Literally interpreting the phrase 'jersey dress.'
It was "Kids' Free Jersey Day" at the ballpark. My heavyweights were both handed Youth XLs.
L was supposed to be a lap baby, as kids under two get in for free, but the tushies of those two heavyweights fit nicely together in E's paid-for seat.
Then we headed to the diner for a post-game recap over mac and cheese and pancakes and waffles. Before we ordered, E told our waiter, We went to the baseball game! Luckily we were seated in the back of the restaurant because they couldn't sit still. At all. Either of them. We sent them in the corner to dance. The game-day excitement was good for at least a dozen Ring around the Rosies, and they circled and circled in a Youth XL-sized frenzy.
Cotton-Eyed Joe is still dancing in my head but they are finally worn out, and asleep.