Baseball

Tonight, we took our baby to her first baseball game. And by “we”, I mean the royal “we”, because, in short, my husband kind of nearly got fired for asking for the night off from work, so he missed the game entirely.

Lots of good happened. Our daughter was adorable. The season ticket folks in our section all came to visit her and hold her before the game, and it was hilarious and adorable. She hammed really well for them and made their nights (especially so since the team lost the game haha).

An odd bit is that I trusted God to guide me, and I ended up inviting my brother and sister-in-law, which I had not intended to do or anticipated doing. But, once I was there and walking around, it just felt right, so I called him to see what their plans were for the night and if they wanted to come. And they did come. It was still almost two hours before the game started, so they didn’t have any huge struggle to get to the game on time or anything.

Nonetheless, I was still hard for me at times to be with them. There’s a lot going on in their relationship and in the caring for their baby that is very upsetting for me. And sure, it isn’t my life and therefore isn’t my business. But they are part of my life. My brother is a very important part of my life. And this all both affects him and affects me. And a lot of it affects the baby, too.

Anyway, I’m not sure where God is guiding me to go with all of that. But I am glad that He helped me to invite them tonight and gave me the strength to be okay and not to worry tonight. I enjoyed the game and even chatted off and on with them without concern or troubles, despite the strain within me around their whole situation right now. I had an absolute blessing via the couple in front of us who ended up loving our daughter so much that they ended up holding her most of the game. I offered regularly to take her back, and they were incredibly content to wrangle her and then to hold and rock her once she passed out – and it was a hard pass out, to be sure. At one point, I noticed that the man – keep in mind that they are grandparents tot heir own granddaughters who are all under two, the youngest to be born this November – was talking quietly to our daughter, who was on his shoulder. I could only catch bits and pieces, but it seemed like he was talking to her all about life and how to be safe and happy and not worry about stupid boys etc. etc. ‘And if you ever blah blah blah, just blah blah blah, and it’ll all work out.’ Stuff like that. It was super cute and sweet.

This man is also a super tough-guy, rather scary type of dude you would not ever want to cross when he’s angry. The fact that he insisted on taking the passed-out baby when the woman went to the bathroom, instead of letting me take her back, just solidified how much of a softie this tattooed and borderline terrifying man is. Absolutely adorable.

Actually, on that note, he even had the lady – they are a couple, but I think they are not married, thus the naming system here – take a picture of him holding the sleeping baby… wait! That wasn’t even the first photo! Haha! He took a photo of her as soon as they first held her, and sent it to my brother-in-law, whom they know because we were using his season I met seats tonight, and their season ticket seats are right in front of his. So, the man had already taken a cutie pie photo of my baby. Then, when he was holding her later while she slept, he had the last take another photo and send it to my brother-in-law, saying that everyone else was hitting up dollar dog night, but he was stuck holding the sleeping baby. What was not included in the message, of course, was the fact that he had requested to hold the baby and was actually totally happy doing it. It was just way cute.

Post-a-day 2025