Family Theme night #2- Baseball night

"Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks, I don't care if I never get back, Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game."

Family Theme Night #2- We walked into Janae's house for Baseball night.   Take Me Out to the Ballgame was streaming through the speakers in her computer.  On the counter in the kitchen was almost every baseball food one could want.  Soft pretzels, nachos and cheese, peanuts, Cracker Jacks, sunflower seeds and a baseball cake.  Hotdogs were cooking on the grill.  It felt very festive and baseball like..... for about 5 minutes.  Then I wanted to blow up the computer.

 Janae knows anything repetitive grates on my last nerve.  I think she purposefully found the worst version of the song she could find.  It featured the organ and the song lasted a whole 30 seconds.  It played over and over and over and over.  I think she was timing me to see how long I could take it.  I think it was 10 minutes... max.  Then I started to twitch so she turned it off.

I was good to go after that!

We ate and then we played some baseball.

Jackson... totally into the game.


Can't you just see the orneriness?  I love those teeth missing though.  I could eat him alive!


And, then there's Grace.  

Oh, Grace!

 If her named only described the way she moved through activities.

Gracie was playing the position of the pitcher.  Things were going well when all of a sudden she got nailed in the head by a lined-drive ball that had just left the bat.  She immediately fell to the ground.  I think there were a variety of emotions coursing through her little self.  I think it hurt when she got hit and then there was a bit of embarrassment and her face tried to tell the story: should I laugh or cry.  Because she couldn't decide, she just laid on the ground.  Janae took over the job of the pitcher.  

And, then, as luck would have it for the graceful one (Gracie), and because she continued to lay in the middle of the field during the game... the next ball hit.... nailed her in the leg.

I thought we were all going to die.  Janae and I hit the ground doubled over in laughter.  (Neither of us were gifted with mercy.)  The game was halted as no one, adult or child, could compose themselves.

But, alas the game continued.
Emme and Paul.  Since the whiffle ball was bigger than her, we kept her off the playing field.  By the way... the playing field... Michael had cut a baseball diamond into the grass with the mower:-)  I loved that!





Bryn in the batting stance.





Kaya in... I'm gonna go with... a karate stance.


I think she was just happy to be off the ground out of the line of fire.


Since the earliest of times, I have called them Tom and Jerry.  Use you imagination.



There's a tiny little hill in their yard and Bryn had situated herself  just right so that it looked as though her lower limbs had been taken off her body.

When we had had enough of the actual game, we made the kids spin around and around on a bat and then run.  

We're sick like that.





Who sits like this?  Well, my tiny Asian daughter does but...   whatever!


Michael soaking up the moments.


And, then he decided to give it a whirl.


Gracie laying down.  She was done.


When we were eating the baseball cake, Paul asked for a cup for milk.  Janae thought he wanted the cup for Emme, so she handed him that teeny tiny cup.  We kept watching him fill it up and drink shots of milk and then we realized it wasn't for Emme.... Big surprise... we couldn't stop laughing.



And, what baseball game doesn't end with fireworks.

It was such a great night!  

I love our family theme nights!!