n-e-way . . .
Saturday, we took advantage of the superbly perfect weather and met some friends for some Spring Training action. Just one of the perks of living in the ol' AZ (or Florida, I guess).
It was Clare's first game, and, as far as parents instilling values in our children is concerned, love of baseball (preferably the National League and especially preferably the D'backs) is right up there behind love of God and country. Muy importante.
|We were totally "those parents" with our sun-protection obsession.|
|Basking in the sun|
|Chillin' like villains|
|My new Target-knock-off-no-shoes-for-Africa shoes|
It was a fantastic day . . .
|A bottle of soda is the same as a bottle of milk, right?|
|Oh yeah, there was a game.|
After the game, we all had dinner at a nearby restaurant, which is all touristy/cowboy/"authentic," so of course was yummy and tons of fun (with a great view that was not captured digitally). We did see a bull and put her in the children's menu hat/headband for long enough to snap a picture.
|Not impressed by the bull|
|Or by her headgear|
|Baseball's newest fan|