One Saturday evening, we were getting ready to eat dinner and wanted to do something with our evening. So a half hour later, we drove downtown and went to our minor league team's baseball game. Blaine and I went to a game 2 years ago when we were the OKC Redhawks, but now we're the OKC Dodgers. It wasn't crowded at all for our first game, but this game was packed and there was only room in the outfield... which was better for us anyway.
No, I am not a big selfie taker... hence the hand in the picture.
We just needed a family shot after the game.
He was in TOTAL observation mode for the first little while. He gets that way in new places. He won't look at you or listen to you or anything. He's just taking in all the sights and sounds of the new place.
But once we got out to the outfield and he was able to explore on his own and have some snacks, he LOVED it. We even put him in his baseball jammies since we'd get home late and go right to bed.
He liked standing up on the fence, and no, he didn't get hit by any homers.
Then he noticed the little league boys a little further down, playing and cheering and trying to catch balls... so he slowly moved towards them.
He got so close, one boy even stood on his other side.
So then he felt confident enough to move a little closer. He was fascinated by them, but it was pretty mutual. They just didn't know what to do with him, so they stared at each other. And Easton tried to play with their gloves.
We practiced a lot of clapping, and bouncing to the music.
And watched the sunset
It was a fun family spur of the moment night!
As you can see, we take our sports pretty seriously around here.
































