For the Love of the Game!!

If you know anything about my husband, then you know that he loves baseball. So much so that his love for the game is contagious. I enjoy it more just knowing how much he likes it. Since our beloved Houston Astros have forgotten how to play the game (and the franchise management has had a lapse in judgement), we have chosen to cheer for and watch other teams this year.

Other teams being any team besides the Yankees. Sorry.

Like most dads, he would be so pleased if his love for the game was passed on to his two sons. (For reasons I won't mention here, he would prefer for his daughter to stay away from softball.) We're shooting for golf for her since girl's golf is the #1 unclaimed scholarship for most colleges and universities.

I digress...

Last summer, my man took our oldest to his first professional baseball game in San Francisco when the Giants played the Dodgers. (We were working at a Young Life Camp in Northern California at the time, and we went to check out San Francisco for the weekend...really, we went to see the game...really, the two boys went to the game while the girl and I hung out near Fisherman's Wharf...really, the girl and I drove around while she took a nap and then I nursed her in the car...good times.)

This summer, my man took our youngest to his first professional baseball game when we were in Boston for a quick visit to celebrate our dear friend, Doug (another GREAT story for another time). Some might say it's a bit premature to take a 3 month old to a professional baseball game, but not for this guy. And, hey, his ticket was free! I think the boy really enjoyed the game the 20 minutes when he was awake and not nursing. We were privileged enough to see the Red Sox beat the Tampa Bay Rays - one of the only times they beat them during the series. And, if you are a baseball fan at all, or married to one, then you know of all the recent events that took place in quite possibly one of the most exciting weeks of baseball that will send the Red Sox home and the Rays to the playoffs.

It took me over thirty years (notice how I didn't say how many) to get to Fenway Park, and our youngest went to the historical ballpark at just 3 months old. It's unfortunate that he won't remember a thing.

My sweet husband does not want this post to end without mentioning that the Giants won the World Series last year, not too long after he saw them play. Now, the Rays are in the running to do the same. Coincidence...usually, but to him, no. There are no coincidences when it comes to baseball.

Disclaimer: Some of these poses might have been staged. I'll let you guess which ones. 

And, of course...a random photo from each trip.

I don't know if that woman refuses to look at him or if the glare from the silver is 

just too much for her sensitive eyes - maybe a little of both.

Hmmm....Paul Revere...

I AM...

...three months old! 

...SUPER cute - at least my mom says so! Other people say it too, but she says it ALL the time. Stop it, already.

...dealing with a killer case of acid reflux. Man does it hurt when I eat. So much so that I lost some weight. Mom is stressing about it, but I am still my sweet, happy self!

...often entertained by my brother and sister. They are pretty cool. I can't wait to chase after them and have pillow fights.

...smiling all the time - especially when my dad talks to me. I really like that guy.

...cooing and talking a lot. I love talking to my sister. She has a squeaky voice that makes me happy - unless she screams in my ear, which happens every now and then.

...spending a lot of time outside. Mom keeps mentioning "snow." I don't know what that is, but it will be here soon - evidently lots of it. I guess we won't be playing outside as much once it gets here. Bummer.

...lovin' bath time - when my mom gets around to giving me one. Mom says since I am the third child, I don't get bathed as much as my brother and sister did when they were my age -whatever that means. I'm cool with it.

Until next time!

Baby Brother (I hope they won't always call me that. It seems a little childish.)

Young Life Family Camp!

Every 2nd or 3rd weekend in August, our family looks forward to Family Camp at Frontier Ranch in Buena Vista, Colorado! If not for the 9 hour drive (more when nursing a 10 week old), this would be the perfect weekend. With a focus on family and God, the weekend is a blessing to any family! We were so excited to bring along 44 people from Park City this year - including our dear friends the Joneses, Schillingers and Staleys! What a fun shared experience! Not to mention, Grammy flew in from Austin to enjoy her first Young Life Camp. She's hooked...I knew she would be! As always, we had a great time at Frontier Ranch!

Sister spent most of the weekend trying to keep up with the boys.

That is pretty much her life these days. 

Let's hope that changes before she enters high school.

Baby brother spent most of the weekend like this.

Or in Grammy's arms. 

He's really missing her now that we are home...me too!

Schillingers, Joneses and Staleys - minus Jessy!

I love these people!

 Sister during Western Night.

 She's cute...I know.

 Some of the boys...and sister.

 A rare family photo...I'm usually taking the pictures or the littles refuse to pause for one.

(That and I don't want to be in photos until the baby weight goes bye bye!)

 The Joneses - this is seriously a precious pic!

 Daddy was a good sport at the Carnival! 

 Wrangler Breakfast! SO yummy!

 blue, blue, blue, blue...pink. 

poor girl.

 She's not lovin' the Family Field Games.

 Rascals.

 Some of the dads workin' it during the Field Games.

 This is what happens when you put your head on one end of a bat and the other end on the ground and spin around 10 times.

Way to go Jenny!

 And there's me...whoa...can't...really...walk...too...dizzy.

That's Grammy in the background snapping some photos.

And Doug! Only at Young Life Camp. 

 

Big Brother is not so down with the Pony Rides. He prefers a little more action.

 


Some of the gang at the start of the ropes course!

And this is what happens when Pete and Albert steal your camera.

Nice, Albert.

I'm glad that's all that happened...knowing these two.

 The Prices at the start of the Ropes Course!

Deb with the giggles and Doug glad to be done after the Ropes Course.

 Me and My Man jumping for the bar at the end of the course.

For years (well over 20 collectively) we have been doing the Ropes Course with kids at camp every summer. It is fun to do it together. We even snuck in a kiss during the zip line - something we DON'T recommend to our campers!

And the best part about it was that Grammy got to come!

Thanks, Grammy! We love you!

Remind you of anyone?

Silly!

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