Sunday we took Owen to his first ever baseball game. The Frisco Rough Riders were in town playing the Arkansas Travelers. It was the only game that started early enough to take the little one to, so we packed up the blanket and headed to our lawn seats. It was a perfect day-great weather, Owen was in a great mood, and the ball park is just plain fun! Hubby and I had many of our first dates at that ballpark. Our first kiss there. Even got engaged there in the parking lot one drizzly January day 6 years ago, so we were both excited to take Owen there for a family outing. We found a great piece of grass to park ourselves and spend the afternoon. We ate nachos...you know the kind...chips and some sorts of orange artery-clogging "cheese" slathered all over the top. Owen loved them! A few beers for the adults, and Owen even had some Cracker Jacks. My friend from way back and her kiddos met up with us for a while, and overall it was a great afternoon!
One thing I did discover...boys are born with a special gene that most girls don't have. It's the "1,000 ways to get dirty" gene. I mean really, Owen has never been that dirty. Ever. Now I know, some girls are pretty good at getting dirty too, but I myself, was not one of those girls. I was never exceptionally girlie, but I didn't play sports, get dirty, get sweaty, ick...none of that!! So I didn't know the extent of the dirtiness that little boys could bring into my world. Sunday, I learned. He didn't watch one minute of the game...how could he when we were surrounded by dirt? Sandy, dusty, must be played in, rolled in, thrown around, cover everything, DIRT. But he loved it, so whatchya gonna do? A little, or in this case, a lot, of dirt never hurt anyone. Least of all boys, apparently.
So that was my Sunday. And I loved it.
And I love that kid.
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