Take me out to the ball game

It's official. The kids have been to their first professional sporting event. Myka and Eli beat their dad by 20 and 23 years, respectively. In Kurt's defense, though, he did grow up in Iowa. One big plus to living here will be all the opportunities for days like we had last Thursday.

We were invited to join a local church on their annual Cubs trip. After winning a couple door prizes before we even left, we all hopped on a bus and headed into the (VERY) windy city.

We had decent seats at the game, but the time it takes you to look at this picture is pretty close to the amount of time I spent actually watching the game. The rest of the time was spent taking trips to the bathroom, buying hotdogs and cotton candy, keeping sugar girl from sipping my pepsi, and holding a very sleepy and wiggly one year old.

But it was a lot of fun, and the kids did surprisingly well considering the long day. I guess all those Sundays making them sit through the entire service after we have already been there over an hour with other commitments is finally paying off. I knew it would come in handy someday.

It did take twice as long to get home because of the traffic, but our driver did a wonderful job. We gave him a nice tip to thank him for his efforts.