Baseball

We decided to take the monkey to his first baseball game last weekend. Rookie parents. Big place with tons of people and lots of loud noises...probably not the best place to bring a baby to at this age. Maybe when he was still a mush ball, but not now. I guess our brains really are fried. He's been such an easy-going guy that I thought he'd just hang out. He loves when we make loud noises at home - he laughs. Maybe he was just having a bad day. We can blame teething...that's what we blame everything on! He did okay in the parking lot until he hit his head. Crying. Then calmed down and fell asleep on the way into the game so Mama got to circle the stadium with him in the front-loader for the first four innings. Woke up pissed. Went to the seats and had about a half hour of him tolerating the game then it was the full meltdown. So, we left. Here are a couple of pictures during the "happy" time...the dirty look is because he's really a Tigers fan!