Desi's First Baseball Game!

Last Sunday we went to our first-ever Washington Nationals game (well, it was Craig's second; he went on opening day). It was Desi's first-ever baseball game, and Grandma Gwen's first baseball game in about 30 years (or so she claimed). We had a great time riding the Metro (can't believe I just wrote that), eating hot dogs, peanuts and blue snow cones, and watching the game -- even though the Nationals lost to the Padres.

After the game, Azalea and her Dad waited in line for about 45 minutes for a chance to run the bases at RFK. Azalea was really excited to run (and kept running ahead of people in line) but once she got to the actual baseball diamond, she refused to move and Craig had to carry her and run the bases. Oh well. Maybe next year. She only really wanted to run the bases so that she could get close to Screech the Eagle.

Desi had fun crawling around the top of the Nationals dugout until a security guard busted him. Not even a year old and already in trouble with the law...