Go Royals!

Isabel loves to point at our flowers everytime we are outside our house. These beautiful orange lillies came up this spring, we didn't plant them. They are so pretty and Isabel loves to smell flowers. Here she is getting ready to go to her first baseball game. The minor league team in Omaha is the Royals and their stadium is just down the road from our house. It is Rosenblatt stadium, and it is where they have the men's NCAA baseball tournament (which is going on this week by the way- so it is very crazy around our house with all the visitors to Omaha). David's class had some money left over this year from the class dues, so they decided to give us all tickets to a game last weekend. We were very excited to go.
Here is their mascot, er, Isabel. Their was so much fun stuff going on outside the stadium- blow up toys, food galore and lots of entertainment and souvenirs for sale.
We got to the stadium right when the first game of the double header was getting over and before our game started. Isabel had so much fun. She jumped right in and just kept clapping all the time when everyone else was and would just wave at random people. She liked watching the mascots walking around and made lots of noises at the pet goat (???) they brought out on the field. Our seats were really great, almost directly behind home plate.

It was so humid, even at 8 at night. So needless to say, we all have a "glow" about us. I would have to say the humidity is my least favorite thing out here, even more than all the crazy tornado weather. I have no motivation to do my hair or put on makeup because the second you walk out the door, your face starts melting off and your hair just goes 'blah'.

"Please don't let him take me away Mom!" This cop was sitting right outside the gates of the stadium, so we wanted to get a picture. But Isabel was tired and she didn't like having some stranger on a motorcycle hold her. Sorry honey, we do cruel things for cute pictures!

It was a lot of fun and we are excited to go to another game (maybe with family next time-hint, hint). We didn't stay for the fireworks because the game started so late and Isabel was pretty tired. It was 9:30pm and she is usually in bed by 7:30pm. But of course, she still woke up by 7am the next day. I need to teach her how to sleep in. She has her sleeping habits from her daddy-early to bed, early to rise. Now if we could only teach me how to enjoy that schedule:)