Since it was America's birthday, we got flags at the gate. Anastasia was very excited to get to our seats and see what we were going to see. Our seats were in left field, so we got a pretty good view of the action without being too close to any foul balls.
Baseball games can be a bit slow, but Anastasia was kept interested by the constant stream of soda, ice cream, french fries and onion rings. There was also the classic race of the Presidents to watch.
When all of that wasn't enough to keep her interested, it was time to visit the kids play area. We were down 3-1, and given the Nats' record, I wasn't very confident that we'd get back into it.
Anastasia loved the slide. At the end of the 8th inning, it was time for the playground to close and we made our way back to our seats. Imagine my excitement when I saw that we were winning. At the end of the game (Nats won 5-3), we invited a few friends back to our house for drinks before the fireworks started.
The return ride on the Metro was a lot more crowded than on the way there. Orlando and Annie ended up on a different car in the train, but Annie and I were still able to play a game of peek-a-boo on the ride.
Leter that evening, when it was well past Annie's bedtime, and the neighborhood fireworks had started, we all took a walk to a nearby corner where we could get a bit of a view of the national fireworks.
Anastasia was completely tuckered out, so when we got back, she went straight to bed; no pj's, no story. At 5 am, she reminded us of the unorthodox bedtime. Why hasn't evolution managed to fix a 3 year old's need to wake up before dawn? Seems to me, that's every bit as important as the opposable thumb.
1 comment:
Yeah, they can't make that parenthood thing that simple because then everyone would want to do it, and that would just be all kinds of trouble in the world.
Post a Comment