Because baseball fever has struck the house.
The Braves beat the Mets 9-3. We did not stay until the very end of the game (we're not that crazy), but we did stay until 9:30 and the, what, sixth inning?
We started the night off right with a trip to Walmart to get Braves shirts for the boys. We ate hot dogs and pizza there more for the experience than because we thought it would be so tasty. It was pretty gross. Later, we saw a guy eat a huge praying mantis because people were egging him on. That was way grosser.
Cory mostly played with a little action figure of the Human Torch that someone gave him at McDonald's the other day. But every time they'd play any cheer, clap, or song over the loudspeakers, he'd jump in and participate. He said that was his favorite part.
Iain sat on Jeremy's lap for most of the time and Jeremy narrated the game for him. Both boys got very excited when someone broke a bat. And Iain said "I am so impressed that they can hit the ball so high!"
Back on the homefront, baseball fever continues. Come to visit us, like Nan did, and you're likely to be recruited as a pitcher. Iain always wears a helmet, like the real baseball players did.
Cory's swing is more of a chop. Can be one-handed, or two. And then he chases the ball and whacks it when it's on the ground, to make it hop.