And Grammy. At the end of the school year, Connor brought home a certificate for free tickets to the local minor league baseball team. It's been a really long time since we've taken the boys, so long in fact that Connor didn't actually remember ever going there before. And that's saying something, because the kid remembers everything he's ever done that was fun (perhaps that's some sort of commentary on his take on minor league baseball, but we'll let that go).
So Grammy and I took him to a Friday night game. We enjoyed the requisite baseball staples of hot dogs, soft pretzels, kettle corn, Pepsi, nachos and even icees. Yes, we had all of that. Connor would have eaten more if we'd let him. Mommy might have, too. We LOVE fair food.
And then we settled in for an evening of baseball, activities and eventually fireworks. I had forgotten how little focus was actually on baseball and how much was on crowd activities at minor league baseball. Connor wasn't overly impressed with the activities or even the baseball game, though he was quite impressed when one of the workers offered him a foul baseball to keep. The home team won, which is always nice. And then the fireworks began. This was easily Connor's favorite part of the night.
A little one-on-one (or two-on-one) time with the big boy. So much of our life focuses on his brothers, their therapies and their needs. It's nice to have those typical moments with just him. A Friday night baseball game, fair food and fireworks. The twins are not baseball fans. They can't have fair food because of the gluten-free-casein-free diet. And fireworks are nice, but sitting through a three hour game in box seats before that started would have been anything but.
Connor, on the other hand, enjoyed a night out where he was the only child. He loves fair food as much as his mother, and he didn't mind sitting through baseball to get to the fire works. He even noticed a few player stats and good plays along the way. And he walked down and had one of the home team players sign his foul ball baseball. All in all, a good way to spend a Friday evening, he says.