Take me out to my first ballgame

We took Helen and Will to their first ever Astros game last night. They are only 23 months older than Charlie and Joseph were when they went to their first Astros game. Poor third/fourth children. Both times, the Astros lost. In fact, last night they stunk it up pretty bad.

For us, however, the game was a success. At least, it was if you define success as coming home with the same number of kids we came with. It's all about lowering your standards.

Really, it wasn't so bad, but it was a LOT different than going with just Charlie and Joseph. We lasted until the end of the 6th inning, which was an hour past Will and Helen's bedtime. We got seats in the outfield so there was plenty of room. The little ones didn't pay any attention to the game, of course. But they did occasionally point to the "aseball game!" the "choo choo train!" or yell, "Go Astos!" And we couldn't have done it but for the fact that Charlie and Joseph continued to be effortless at baseball games. They spent most of the game sitting two rows ahead of us with their eyes on the game.

We'll definitely do it again. In 23 more months.

The "ase-ball game"


The whole family, decked out in our Astros gear


Charlie and Joseph, concentrating on the game


Sweet Will


Cute Helen


Dad and Will


This looks like we had everything under control, doesn't it?


Helen dumping out potato chips and eating them off the ground


Will trying to clean them up


Helen showing off her jumping skills outside the ballpark


Our four little Astros fans