Take me out to the ballgame...

So we took Mom out to a Hawks game on her last night in town. As usual, the kids all had a blast, with the usual dose of Mascot drama. The picture is of Tanner wearing his "Mascot Protection Armor" (pat. pend.). He said he wanted to bring a sweatshirt to the game to put over his face when the "big birdy" came around, and sure enough he did, eventhough it was in the upper 90's at game time. He seemed fine, eating a sucker that Grandma bought him under there and peaking out to watch the game and keep an eye on Humphrey the Hawk.

The boys got to run the bases again,

although Tanner wouldn't at the last minute because the "big birdy" was high fiving kids bewteen first and second. Tanner settled on watching his big brother run the bases and then heading back to out seats to watch the fireworks. It was a great game and a beautiful night once the sun set.

At least Tanner's fear of mascots tell us he's not ready for Disneyland yet (not that I'm too disappointed), so we have another couple of years to put that off.

Mom left early this morning after a couple of the more stressful weeks I can remember. I'll let Marisa explain more later, but suffice it to say it would have been an impossible two weeks without Mom's help and excellent child distraction skills. Love ya Ma, see you in a week or so.