On independence

There isn’t time to beat around the bush – I still have to catch up on the sleep which was missed in the previous two days.

This all started Saturday night when TheWeeOne figured out we were going to a baseball game the next day. She was so excited she wore her excitement on her sleeve pillow – and her hand.

The next day we trekked to TheLink. Worried about parking and desirous of a full day we arrived at the ballpark with ninety minutes to spare and promptly TheMermaids’ youngest cousin earned his first major league baseball through a handful of diligence and a pro-active Papa.

We toured the scene,

tasted the fare, ensured TheMermaids inhaled some fluffy sugar, and watched the Mariners play.

Amazingly, TheMermaids were rapt for the duration.
How rapt were they?
They were so rapt TheWeeOne managed an entire feature length movie on my phone and after the last out, while cheering with us quite loudly, LaGrande asked

Is it over?!
Yep! (Whoooooo!!)
Did we win?!!
Yep!! (wait…wha?)
Yayyyyyyy!!!!!

We trudged back to the train

and caught a second wind for a wild rumpus in The Tent Majal.

The next day, stiff neck notwithstanding, we visited with Maggie whilst Gramma Nana and Grampa Troy prepared to take their leave.

Annnnnd back to the house of cousins for a day stocked with hot dogs and cole-slaw, trivia and Mark Twain, The Music Man and bocce, and lots of hula-hoops.

A few fireworks oooohed from the front step meant only one thing; the day couldn’t last forever.