America's Pastime - We're Saving it for the Future

Tonight we went to our first Richmond Flying Squirrels (minor league) baseball game. We were pumped - the weather was great, our friend April was singing the national anthem and Mary-Michael was looking pretty stinkin cute in her polka dot dress from Kim. The first 30 minutes were golden...and then it was time to eat. I decided to forgo the bottle and just feed her under my udder cover while enjoying the game. Ha! It was a little too warm, and about every 17 seconds the crowd would cheer, chant or sing, which inevitably would distract her. So, we stopped nursing for the moment. And then the cheers got louder, and our sweet girl put the pre-cry face on and let it out. After a few rounds of this, I took her out of the stands and to the bathroom to change her. What do I find? A bathroom with no changing table! Seriously - this is a family friendly event, right? So, a nice woman helped me clear a table holding paper towels, so that I could get M&M freshened up. After this, I decided to remain outside of the stands where the noise level was lower and wait for Geoff to realize I was not coming back. When my rendition of Take me Out to the Ballgame seemed to get her even more upset, I faced a concrete wall and swayed so that she could stare at all the passersby. Daddy came out eventually; we put her in the car seat, and once we hit the parking lot not a peep was heard. Lesson Learned: 12 week old babies are not ready for crazy fans, sudden loud noises and nursing under a tent-like contraption that probably feels like a convection oven. Maybe later this summer Flying Squirrels...