Ain't that America....

On a beautiful summer evening, we took in an Indianapolis Indians baseball game. In Evie's words, "it was much more boring than I thought." Hmmm. That's going to be a long night. Well, we were trying to stay for the fireworks Proof we were at the game. Third base line. it was the first baseball game for both girls. Jim and I haven't been to a game since before Evie was born.
The view from our seats. That's a lot of cranes.

Grandma explains some of the finer points of baseball to Evie. Evie was just interested in things involving sugar: Drink boxes, cotton candy (which Annalise declared "too fuzzy"), and ring pops.

Mom and Dad on a family fun date.

Here's that ring pop. That got us a good 4 innings.

Of course, Annalise got one too.

Made her tongue nice and red.

We made it to the fireworks. That was pretty American. Baseball, fireworks, John Cougar Melloncamp songs (ok, that's just pretty Indiana), beer courtsey of Grandma's hole in one earlier in the day at the mini golf. If we were just wearing our Peyton Manning jerseys, the night would have been complete.