My Baby the Braves Fan

A few weeks ago when Garrison found out that Terrell and I were going on a date to a Braves game without him he was pretty disappointed and declared that he wanted to go to da Braves game nex time. And how could we resist that? We even felt a little guilty about our date to watch his favorite team play. Garrison loves baseball and loves the Braves so we just had to make it happen, because sadly he doesn't remember much about his first visit to Turner Field.

So we (Terrell) went to work searching for a game we could go to. It had to be at night because it's just too hot for an afternoon game with a hot natured mama 3 year old in tow. It had to be on a Wednesday night because our weekends are full and that meant the next day we could sleep late and recover from our late night since we don't have school on Thursdays. And it had to be against a team who isn't very good/popular so we could get cheap tickets and it wouldn't be too crowded. Check, check, and check!

My mom came over yesterday afternoon to keep Austin and the 3 of us headed out to Chick-Fil-A for supper and then on to the Braves game. My little man was so excited. All he'd been talking about was cheering for ChippaJones and hoping the Braves would hit it to the fence.

We made pictures and walked around the entire stadium (which we didn't mean to do, however I made eye contact with Brian Jordan preparing for the pre-game and he waved and smiled!! So it was worth it) before finally arriving at our seats and getting settled in. The bad news was that ChippaJones wasn't in the line up, the good news was that Garrison didn't even notice. He was too focused on the baseball mans on the field.

Garrison watched just about every pitch at the start of the game and wanted every player, including the Padres players, to hit it to the fence. Then by the end of the 2nd inning he was digging through our book bag for a snack. Oh goodness. We had to pace him with the snacks or he probably would've made himself sick. The snacks were key to our fun night however.

I think his favorite parts of the game were when we all stood up and cheered for Dan Uggla's home run and Jason Heyward's RBI double, and whenever we did the tomahawk chop. Oh, and when we all stood up to sing Take Me Out to the Ballgame. Cutest. Thing. Ever. He knows all the words and sang right along with everybody else. It was precious. He had moments of being bored and restless, and even let out a big ole yawn around 8:30, but overall he did great. We left after the 7th inning and he went to bed around 11:00 because he had to spend a few minutes with Granna before she went home and it took him just a bit to get settled. Memories were made and fun was had by all. And we won! Now we're excited about taking Austin one day too! =)