One item on our summer bucket list was to take the boys to go see the Washington Nationals play. It just so happened that there was an afternoon game this past weekend and since we didn’t have any other plans, we bought tickets and headed to the ball park.
The weather was absolutely perfect! The sun was shining and for the first time in months, there was NO HUMIDITY! Thank you Mother Nature!
We decided to use our two single strollers that were so generously given to us by Mima and Boppie. We’ll be bringing these on our upcoming flight to Colorado to avoid another Strollergate 2012. They were easily collapsible and we stored them under our seats at the game!
Our seats were in a “family section” and offered a special deal that included a hot dog, soda and chips with the price of a ticket. As we approached our section I realized that the rows closest to the field were in full sun and the rows further back were in the shade. Of course, our row was very sunny. It would have been comfortable for just Shane and I, but having two squirmy, sunscreen-sticky children on your lap made it pretty miserable. They were overheated, didn’t want to leave their hats on and no one was having any fun.
Surprisingly the section filled up pretty quickly and it would’ve turned into a big pain to switch seats with another family. Luckily, 0ur awesome usher allowed us to sit at the end of the handicapped row at the top of the section. Once we were settled, the boys were much better behaved. The Nats got their butts kicked, which was a bummer, but we had such a great time! The only issue is that Caleb didn’t do great at first with the loud noises. He startles easily and when the crowd would cheer or a voice came over the loudspeaker, he’d jump and start to cry. Eventually he got used to it and we tried to make excited faces when the crowd cheered so he’d understand it was a happy occasion!
Sure, we could’ve used an extra set of hands but, for the most part, we managed. The boys were distracted with toys and Dippin’ Dots (so messy!) for a majority of the game. The beers (for Shane and I, duh) seemed like a good idea until one of us had to use the restroom. And then it was zone defense with both boys on your lap until the other person returned. It kind of actually reminds me of traveling with the boys on a plane, except we had much more room at the baseball game!
The usher even scored a couple certificates for the boys to celebrate their first Nationals game! I didn’t get his name, but he really made the experience much more enjoyable and I’m thinking of writing to the organization to let them know what an impact he had on our experience.
Another “first” checked off the list. I hope we’ve started a little tradition to take the boys to at least one Nationals game each year. Surely it gets easier. Right?