baseball game

Reese and I headed to our first game at Raley Field last night. The weather here is perfect. I will say this, Sacramento is a great city to be "stuck" in. (that's my language I use when I miss my house and family) It is. Lots to do, great weather, awesome ballpark...the works. So, we get there and Reese spots Daddy on the big screen. She LOVES to see his face. She yells (and I mean yells) "Daaadddeeeee....that's your picture!!" I'm sure he heard her.

We found our seats quickly. Not hard to do. Remember in 08 when I blogged that you just look for the only group of girls that are dressed completely inappropriate for baseball? That always works. They almost always have on heels. Their hair is styled. They try to look really cool by drinking a beer (which by the way, I have still never done.) Well, my age has finally set in. They are no longer wearing jeans and heels, it's now booty shorts. (I know jeans shorts are in) Nothing will make you feel old like sitting with your kid singing and dancing, spilling drinks on you, while watching the girl next to you apply lipstick while looking in the mirror, sitting in her booty shorts. Times are a changing.

So, Reese loves the games. She found her Daddy and he waved and she was in heaven. She thought he was playing peekaboo from the dugout (unfortunately, he wasn't in on the game) so we spent alot of time waiting on him to "pop" out. Then, he came up to bat. She goes crazy. I have got to film it. It's hysterical. "Go Daddy!! Daaaaddeeee!! Go Daddy go!!" She has no clue everyone is looking at her. I'm equally as embarrassed as I am proud. (I think I have a lot more moments to look forward to like this in my future) Then, he knocked in a run and they cranked up the music. The girl got her jam on. Danced, spinning, laughed, jumped. She was feeling the music. I am not kidding, the entire section was laughing at her. She loved it. It really was hysterical. If she ever does it again, I promise to video.

The whole night was followed by some reeseisms:

I was singing "Hit the road Jack" with everyone at the stadium and she looks at me with a concerned face..."Who's Jack?" I heard that at least 10 more times.

Then, while waiting on Daddy to come get her to take her into the clubhouse, he came walking out with ice (pretty much all over his body) and I muttered, "Babe, you are jacked up." Later, Reese looked at Daddy and said, "Why you all jacked up?" Dallas gave me the stink eye. I have got to watch what I say...

Reese on our way into the stadium...

This was her "dance floor."

Wish us luck. She has swim again today. All she says is, "I'm not going back. That was not fun for me, mama." What do I do?