“…smash my head with a brick…” Oh wait, that’s not how the song goes? Oh, then let me give all of you new and soon-to-be parents a tip: don’t, under any circumstances, ever take a baby to a ballgame (especially if it means missing their nap). Yikes.
Let’s rewind. I took off a few days to have an end-of-summer “staycation” during which we were going to do some local fun activities. The highlight was to be two events: a day at the water park and a trip downtown to see the Nats play the Phils. We were denied the first opportunity – not once, not twice, but thrice – due to rainy weather and an (unresearched and therefore) unexpected end of “water park season” on Sept. 1.
No problem, we still had the game to look forward to!
After getting the girls up from an early and short nap, we proceeded to head downtown via Metro. During the trip, M decided to wail…the entire time. Poor baby! [Update: And poor mommy! for having to wear her the entire time!]
Arriving at the stadium (a half-hour late, end of the third inning), the “ooohs” and “aaahs” I had anticipated from the older two upon seeing the stadium lit-up and filled with cheering fans ended up being a big “so what?” And the Nats (the worst team in the National League East) were up by two runs to none!
OK, no problem…let’s get something to eat before we find our seats. After signing a second mortgage to get a couple of brats and soft pretzels (M screaming the entire time), we made our way to our seats – which weren’t bad for $10 tickets!
By the time everyone was situated, we got to enjoy the start of the fourth inning. [Update: Unfortunately, Rebecca's brat was stone cold at this point. Poor mommy!] However, this was the best inning of the game, with the Nats scoring an additional four runs! By the end of the inning, M was fed and again squirming and fussy. I took her down (in the front pack) to see if she’d finally doze off once away from the buzz of the stadium. During the fifth inning, I walked around with her thrashing in the carrier finally to be rewarded with her nodding off. Preparing to walk back up to our seats, I was surprised to see Rebecca and the girls coming down. “They’re bored,” was the answer to my questioning glance. Poor girls! [Update: R & Z did do fairly well on the trip considering their ages...]
We toured the stadium for the sixth inning, watching the game from various angles while we made our way back to the exit. As the rest of the fans got up for the “seventh inning stretch,” we walked back to the Metro to head home. What more fitting end to such an event than to have M wake up and wail the entire hour and a half ride home? Poor daddy!
As I casually mentioned to Rebecca, the next time I suggest such a foolish idea, remind me to save my money and bash my head against a wall – it’ll hurt less on my nerves and wallet!
Prologue: Dinner out at Silver Diner tonight (including real milkshakes) was a much more fitting end to our vacation. It certainly took some of the sting out of yesterday’s debacle!

