We headed to the very wet state of Iowa to watch an IA Cubs game on Father's Day.
{ Highlights from the game, courtesy of Aunt Becky's blog. }"Hey, #22"
Being in the sky box, we were very close to the center fielder. Wesley spent a few innings hollering at the Nashville center fielder, Tony Gwynn Junior. He would yell, "Hey #22, catch that ball!" Tony replied with an "Okay, buddy!" The next ball that came to the outfield was caught, then Wesley's new favorite player, "#22" turned and tossed the ball up to him! Adam caught the ball, gave it to Wesley, then stopped him just in time from throwing it right back out on the field.
"Where's the hot dog?"
Today's game was a double header, so we got to enjoy twice the fun! During the first game when the truck drove around shooting hot dogs into the stands, we were lucky enough to catch a hot dog. Imagine our surprise when we opened up the package and found a hot dog bun only. That's right -- the hot dog was missing! Holly and Wesley decided that it must be Bob's fault. Lo and behold, when the hot dog gun came around the second game, we caught another one. I have never seen a kid so excited to open up a wrapped up hot dog as Wesley was! We were happy to find a bun AND a hot dog in this one!
"A new shirt"
As hot dogs were flying through the air, there was also a truck that drove by shooting t-shirts into the air. Holly got one, it turned out to be a kid's size shirt! So both kids got to go home with great souvenirs from the game -- Holly got a new t-shirt, and Wesley had his baseball.
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