This post is long overdue. I blame Birthday Week for pushing it out of my radar until now!

A couple of weeks ago, the girls went to their first baseball game. They were super excited that Sunday morning, as evidenced by how Ana jumped out of bed and yelled, “Hooray! We’re going to a FOOTBALL game today!” Well, she almost got it right.

Because Wes was out of town that weekend (which is another blog post that I hope I will be at liberty to share with you one of these days), it was up to me to get the girls to church by myself. Oh, wait. I do that every Sunday. Would you believe, though, that it’s easier to do so knowing that Wes is already at the church? It seemed like every crazy thing that could happen did indeed happen that morning before we could get out the front door. CRAZY! We finally got on the road and headed towards the church… where several dark, ominous clouds were gathering. Definitely not the kind of weather you want for a day at the ballpark! (Unbeknownst to me, though, Minute Maid Park has a retractable roof. So the rain was no big deal. Awesome!)

After a great morning at church, the girls and I quickly got changed into game day clothes and rushed outside to… pouring rain. No fun, y’all. No fun at all. We were going to the game with our friends, Derrick, Kim, and Derrick’s nephew, Cody, and after finding their car, we followed them all the way into downtown, where it continued to pour. Incidentally, those who laugh at our neon green car should know that it is IMPOSSIBLE to lose us, even in flooding conditions, and that it makes finding our car in a crowded parking lot SUPER easy. (Of course, finding the right parking lot is another story. More on that later.) I was amazed that they never lost sight of us… even though we may have lost sight of them a few times!

Once we got there, the girls and I huddled under an umbrella and began sloshing our way to the ball park. Our parking lot was actually very close, but it didn’t matter since only a few steps in that downpour had our feet completely soaked. The girls were wearing Crocs, so they were all dried out after about two seconds, but I had my running shoes on. Squishy, squishy, y’all. I told Kim that this reminded me of my first year at UH, where, for some reason, I wore sneakers everywhere and ALWAYS managed to get them completely soaked — socks and all! — in all those constant puddles on campus. (It didn’t take me long to figure out why everyone else on campus lived in flip flops.)

Finally, we were there. The girls were amazed by how big the ball park was… and that there were still birds flying around inside, even though the roof was closed. In fact, this was the biggest source of entertainment all day for Ana. Well, that and the Jumbotron. But who doesn’t love the Jumbotron?

There were snacks and more snacks and then even more snacks. Trips to the potty, taking pictures with Miss Kim, cheering, and maybe at least a few minutes of watching the game. Maybe. The girls were soaking up the experience and having such a great time.

When we left, I somehow got turned around. Really turned around. I couldn’t find the parking lot! I must have walked the girls an extra mile, texting Kim as I went, trying to find out where in the world we parked, and then, I saw our neon green car. I’d still be out there looking if we had bought a neutral color car, y’all. I’m just saying. I got the girls in, and before we were out of downtown, Ana was fast asleep, and Emma was poking her. Which is typical.

So much fun! We’ll have to do it again soon, this time with Wes along as well.

Go, Astros!