A night at the K

This week Linda and Leland were in town watching Karsten while Gail took a much deserved vacation. The Royals were in town for the weekend so we decided to get tickets to a game.

When we got to the stadium, the boys (Trent, Taylor...and David) were SO excited to see everything. We stopped at the first opening to the field and took a group picture. Unfortunately, I think this was also the windiest spot in the stadium. Check out the windblown look.

Hard to tell how excited they were because they were holding on so they didn't blow over!

In our seats ALL the way at the top of the stadium.

Karsten was a fan of these seats because there was no one sitting around us. He had a great time walking back and forth in the aisle. He also had the plastic water bottle in his hand the whole time, he couldn't put it down.

They were deeply engrossed in the game from the very beginning!

Karsten enjoyed watching all of the people walking around. When we pointed out what was going on on the field, it held his attention for a minute or so. Kind of like me. :)

You just can't beat a hotdog at a baseball game. He wanted to hold it himself and he didn't want the hotdog in the bun. Halfway through eating the hotdog, he saw that Grandma was eating something more interesting so he put his last bite of his hotdog down on Grandpa's lap and said "want some" to Grandma. Unfortunately she was eating peanuts and we haven't yet let Karsten eat peanuts to help mitigate the risk of a peanut allergy.

The ever present plastic bottle.

Having fun at the game! We had five seats in one row and four in the row in front of us which worked great. We were able to talk to each other and Karsten could climb between the two rows to be entertained. Taylor and Karsten spent lots of time playing and talking. I tried to get a picture of them sitting in the chair together but it didn't come out well.

I think this was Karsten's 'say cheese' face. :)

All three of the boys had a good time rotating on and off Grandma's lap.

We even got a picture of Scott and I.

Every Friday night after the game, the Royals have fireworks. I wasn't sure how Karsten was going to last through the game since it was going to be a late night. Fireworks didn't start until almost 10pm, but Karsten was still going strong so we decided to stay. He LOVED the fireworks and wasn't scared at all - he kept saying BOOM, OOOO, BOOM! It was so cute, he couldn't take his eyes off of them.