a trip to the ball park








Every summer Curtis' work hosts a little party at the ballpark for the local baseball team. We ate hot dogs and ice cream sandwiches. I chased Milo up and down the isle, and the boys had a great time learning about baseball from their dad. Their favorite part, though, was watching the ground crew prepare the field. They were mesmerized by the 4-wheeler pulling the contraption that smooths the dirt. 

I have come to love our little tradition of going to the baseball game every year. I love watching the boys experience new things. They are so curious to know how and why everything works, and they ask a million questions. They are learning, they are happy, and so am I.

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