Milo sees another Vancouver Canadians baseball game
This boy's gonna be a left-handed reliever. To that end, I've been making him throw with his left hand and he went to his first ball game when he was three weeks old. I don't remember much about the game other than I was terrified that a foul ball would hit him while he slept in his little basket.
This time, he knows what baseball is, he watches the game, and he was thrilled to be able to run around the stands, which were mostly protected by a layer of netting. Whew.
Okay, so he didn't pay attention to EVERY part of the game... he wanted to wear Daddy's hat for a while.
And he wanted to wear Mommy's sunglasses too.
This just made him more comfortable wearing his own shades, which can only be a good thing.
However, like the birthday party, too much excitement can wear a boy out. He ate almost a whole hot dog and then crashed.