Friends invited us to go to a minor league baseball game for a birthday celebration. Hubby and I thought it sounded like fun. We decided to bring our 4 year old for his first baseball game in a stadium. We are huge New York Yankees fans, (Boston fans who are subscribed to my blog, you still have to stay with me.) and we thought a Durham Bulls game would be a warm up of more amazing things to come.
The big night finally arrived. We had a sitter hired for baby girl and we were excited about quality time with our son. It turned out hubby had to travel and could not make the game. It was going to be just the two of us going.
In the car on the way over, my 4 year old was really excited and kept asking about what we were going to eat there and what time did it start. We parked and had to walk a bit to get to the stadium. It took a few minutes for him to adapt to the loudness and sounds of the ballpark. He was amazed by how big the field was. We walked around, got some food, and headed to our seats.
I was excited for these first moments. I couldn’t wait to point everything out to him and cheer for the home team.
Did I mention I have big plans for this kid to play in the major leagues one day? I know…mom living through the child. Whatever. One day I will have amazing seats in a stadium.
What I didn’t count on was a blow up bouncy house type of park in the stadium right by our seats. He became fixated on that. He kept asking when we could go to the park and play. I explained we needed to watch the game for a bit.
After an inning, the whining started.
I kept making excuses and stalling. This was not looking good for the career ahead.
Eventually it started to rain and the bouncy park closed. The neighborhood kids entertained him while the game went on. He started to get more into the game and started asking questions about the players and the scoreboard. We finally had our moments!!! I took some pictures and texted hubby about how great he was being. We lasted until the 7th inning stretch and the classic song, “Take Me Out to the Ball Game”.
I couldn’t wait to do this again with him!
He said the same thing as we were leaving. After he said that, he added, “next time, we can go play in that park.”
I hope there are no bouncy houses around when I sign him up for little league.