Ball Park

Our "take me out to the ball game..." adventure officially started a couple days ago.  Karalee and Kasey had planned a fun night out in Bowling Green watching the local favorite baseball team, the Hot Rods.  Thursday afternoon we packed up the car and headed out for a night of hot dogs, baseball and playing in the grass.  Upon arrival to the ball park we soon realized the lack of fans and found the tickets that Kasey had were for the following Thursday and there was no game that night.  The boys were a little bummed but they were so happy to see each other it didn't even phase them.  Off to the Doggett's for some ice cream!

We decided to try our luck again after double checking the calendar and we couldn't have picked a nicer evening.  The weather was absolutely beautiful, the Hot Rods were winning and all 3 boys were together.  Kennick had been talking most of the day about getting to see Axle, the Hot Rod mascot, and how soft his fur was.  No more than we walked into the ball park and Roscoe, the other mascot, was there to greet us.  Within an instant Kennick turned into an octopus and hermetically sealed himself to me in order to avoid the big furry bear.  He spent the next couple hours with his "roscoe radar" on, making sure that he was no where in sight.  We did not "buy any peanuts or cracker jacks" though we did enjoy hot dogs and ice cream.  After that, Kennick was in much better spirits and soon forgot about the enormous furry bear.  

We threw the blankets on the grass and let the boys run full throttle with each other.  They had a blast under the stadium lights getting all hot and sweaty.  Occasionally they would even "root, root, root for the home team".

Go Hot Rods!

Kennick taking a breather on mom's lap.  His hair was tight wet curls. 

The Doggett's and the Oldenkamp's

Fortunately, even though it was "one, two, three strikes you're out"; we didn't strike out on the night.  We packed up before the game was over and packed up the car.  Luckily, before we got out of the parking lot we were able to see the firework show.  Kennick was still up when we got home at 10:45 but it only took a few seconds for him to hit the sack.  I am sure there will be dreams tonight of the "ole ball game".