Sometimes it seems like I’m just cataloging life’s little memories here. It’s more than that, though. When we have weekends like this one, and I come home feeling like our cup is completely full, I just want to capture that. I want to be able to tell Baby Gray how well loved he was from his earliest days. I want the memories he doesn’t have yet to be somewhere safe when we’re ready to share them with him.
What started out as just a trip to an Express game with some friends the day before a birthday party turned into an overnight trip with some of Baby Gray’s biggest fans.
We found our seats (we decided on the lawn so the toddler could roam), settled in, and got our first round of snacks. Baby Gray figured out he could watch bae-ball teevee, and pretty much ignored the live game behind him as well as the bullpen below him.
Some rounds of snacks later, Mr. Gray and Uncle Clay found a picnic table they decided we should move to instead. We made our move.
With the bae-ball teevee no longer in view, Baby Gray headed with Uncle Clay closer to the field.
Sometime shortly after, Baby Gray convinced Uncle Clay to hold him while they watched. Next thing we know, a guy hits a bomb to right-center, right where Baby Gray and Uncle Clay are standing. I can never do this story justice with my written words, but let me tell you, it was funny. Uncle Clay covered Baby Gray’s head, turned his back, and ran–just ran. No direction, no spotting the ball, just turned his back and ran–right into the path of the ball. As Uncle Clay’s feet left the farthest spot on the concrete, the ball hit. It was literally seconds behind him. Luckily, no one was hurt, except for our sides and cheeks from laughing so hard. I never thought for a second that ball would do any harm to Baby Gray. He was in good hands.
Mr. Gray and Uncle Clay headed out to get some more treats, and Uncle Clay came back with a bat and ball for the boy. Turns out he’s more interested in throwing the bat than swinging it.
We stayed for the fireworks show, and then made our way back around the field to head home.
The next morning, Baby Gray woke up bright and early to play with Such & DD’s cats. He was having a blast. It almost made me want to get him a cat–almost. Soon, it was time for my favorite part of the morning–Kerbey!
We headed back for a little more time with the kitties before going to KAS’s party. We got to see several AGR friends and their sweet kiddos. Baby Gray had a blast being the big kid, that doesn’t usually happen. He showed ’em how it’s done.
Luckily, he fell asleep on the way home–he hadn’t napped since Thursday, and he didn’t sleep well Friday night. He was all worn out.
We had such a great weekend. I am so glad that we have so many friends and family members who love Baby Gray like we do. It is refreshing to find these kinds of friendships and role models for Baby Gray.
Do not be misled: “Bad company corrupts good character.”
–1 Corinthians 15:33
So fun!! We absolutely love baseball here too! 🙂 Erin