Baseball

One thing I miss about living in Arizona is baseball. I have spent some time with the Diamondbacks in my day. Even met Curt Schilling's wife once. Oh and one time I sat Randy Johnson when I was working as a hostess.... Didn't realize it was him at the time but still. Pretty much saying that the D-Backs are my boys. And I miss going to their games. Especially the ones with concerts afterwards, but that's another story for another time. Okay I'll tell it now, you twisted my arm. When I was pregnant with Kaden, (not really relevant, but it's my blog and I'll tell it how I want to tell it) I heard that The Peacemakers (formerly known as The Refreshments- anyone outside of AZ know them?)  were playing after the game that night. So. I got excited. Talked my dad and Brian into going to the game with me. We thought it was funny that they weren't making a big stink about The Peacemakers playing after the game. "Are you sure you heard correctly?" they asked. "Yeah, yeah, I heard it on the radio. We're good!" Fast forward a few innings. The announcer says, "The Peacemakers will be playing..." "See I told you!" "...after the game tomorrow night!" "Oh. Whoops.... Anyone want to watch the Diamondbacks tomorrow night?" Let's just say, I still haven't seen them live. Let's just also say (while we're saying things) I had a case of pregnancy brain at the time. It hasn't gone away. Yet. 4 years later. 

Back to the point of this post. Monday night we took the boys to see the Stormchasers. 

Yes. They were wearing Diamondbacks hats. Yes. The other team's color was red. Yes. we looked like traders. 

 We made it all the way through the entire first inning before they got restless. That's pretty good right?

We moved the party to the lawn. They sat still just long enough for a picture. Sorta.

They wanted to throw around their balls. I was nervous they were going to accidentally throw one onto the field. I was having one of those mom moments where we think our kids are better than everyone else's and that they have super powers. Like my kids could really throw a baseball that hard. Come-on-now. 

Actually. Finley probably could. If he wanted to. 

We left just in time to watch the sunset. You're crazy if you think I let my kids miss bedtime. I'm not that suicidal. We stayed for three innings. Thats like one per kid.