This past Saturday, the Richmond Flying Squirrels (one of the San Francisco Giants’ baseball farm teams) had a kids fest and since I have three children (Frances, George and Will) when it comes to all-things baseball related, we couldn’t miss it.
There is nothing quite as exciting as being able to run around on a picturesque baseball outfield, particularly when Nutsy the Squirrel is involved:
George was obviously wary of good ol’ Nutsy, but then spent the rest of the morning obsessing over where he was and whether he could give him a hug. No doubt that old saying rings true for George – keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
And don't let these sunny photos fool you – it was absolutely freezing. We had a great time, but had to leave sooner than expected when we realized that none of us could feel our hands anymore. All was not lost though:
When we were leaving the stadium, we came across a woman who had set up some of her baby animals, most of which you could pet or even hold. The baby pigs just about undid me – they were only 10 days old and could not have been happier wrapped together in the fleece blanket.
And today, a mere three days later, it is sunny and 80+ degrees.
Frances’s sole wardrobe goal is to be able to wear short sleeves. My gal was over the moon when I told her it was definitely warm enough to wear a summer dress and we were going to the botanical gardens.
|Not surprisingly, Frances specifically requested her picture be taken next to the sea of purple.|
George was just thrilled Nutsy was nowhere to be found.
Only two scraped knees later (yep - one per child. Not to digress too much, but can someone please tell me why the chances of both kids tripping over their own feet is 100% when we are 30 minutes from the closest "Disney" band-aids?) and we are happily planning our afternoon outdoors. March is tricky - if you don't take advantage of her nice days, she'll throw in some cold, rainy or even snowy ones in towards the end for good measure.
Happy Wednesday everyone!