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It was a great family time and we had the very expensive baseball food and chatted and celebrated Lana's 60th. We even got a picture of Glenn thoroughly enjoying his mondo ballpark dog!
The very next afternoon Lilah and I went to see the Mariners with the St. Clair ladies. Although something like this is so fun, there is always some anxiety in it with a small child (if you are a mom, unless you're weird, you will understand). It takes a lot of planning (what time to leave to make the carseat transfer, where to park with the least amount of walking, snacks, sunscreen, what do we do in case of a meltdown, strollers, toys to bring for distractions, drinks, etc). I told myself to relax a little and enjoy it, and we really did have a great time. We successfully distracted the girls for hours with food (crackers, cheese, mango, water, a pretzel at the game) and other wonderful "toys" (a hat, sunglasses, my sister's old cell phone, books). I actually don't think Lilah knew at all why we were there (to watch a game) because she spent the entire time entertaining and being entertained by our neighbors. She waved to them, smiled at them, patted their backs, touched their jewelry, "oohed", and rubbed one girls' beautifully painted blue finger nails for quite awhile. Miraculously, the girls made it to the 9th inning (which was not the end - the game went 13 innings!). At the end of the 9th inning I told Jen we were really pushing our luck and that we'd better go to escape an all-out screamfest in the backseat. I was so proud of both gals (although Leah is just the easiest little one ever - so I wasn't really worried about her at any point). The day turned out perfect for all (and Jen's FAVORITE team, the Cubs, beat the Mariners...and I didn't care one bit who won or lost, as long as we made it home in one piece and without a scream/crying fit in the car or at the stadium). Phew!
Today we head over to Seattle to meet sweet little Hank Rowe...picture for sure to come soon!!