Dodger Baseball

Since Elizabeth did so well at her first minor league game, we thought she might be ready for the Bigs. Off to Dodger Stadium we went with her Nana, Papas, Aunts, Uncles and cousin Kenz.

(Notice the glow on all of us. It was a mere 104 or so outside.)

Kristin, Kenz and Brett were hilarious as usual. I wish we could take them everywhere. I wish they didn't live so far away. Elizabeth loves them.

How great is it when your sister in law is one of your favorite people on the planet? Carrie, would you please move out here?
Please?

Dad showed Elizabeth the view from high atop the city.

Nana showed Elizabeth how to celebrate home run after home run.

Randomly, Papas went missing for over an hour. After Mark, Brett, Adam, Kristin, Kenz and I went searching in fifty million directions, he finally surfaced. It turns out Nana had mentioned that she wanted some garlic fries and so Papas went looking for them without saying anything...sadly, there wasn't a garlic fries stand on the level we were sitting and so he had to go on a wild goose chase and after finally finding the fries stand, Papas the Dodgers had gotten on a roll and so he stopped where he was to watch the rest of the inning so as to not miss the "good part" of the game. I mean, the fries were good. Maybe it was worth all the hullabaloo. The commotion wore Elizabeth out so she took a nap on Nana and Papas so Adam and I could enjoy our Dodger Dog and Nachos. Ah, health food. I dig it.

And we rode off into another perfect sunset, courtesy of LA smog. I love LA.