On Saturday morning, Carter and I went to a nearby outlet mall and did a little shopping. Then we spent the afternoon and evening at the ball park again. Cary's team won one game and lost two, so they were done playing by 5:00 that afternoon. We still stayed at the field though to cheer on his brothers' team who continued to win. Again, it was another late night for Carter. This time he was in bed by 10:15. Call us irresponsible, but Carter was happy as could be. He wasn't whining at all. In fact, he was laughing and kicking and playing and giving obnoxiously wet kisses.
Sunday morning, although Cary's team was done, we stayed to watch his brothers' team again. We thought they might win the entire tournament and so Cary really wanted to be there for that. Let's just say that I spent 9 hours in a row with Carter on a blanket under a tree. By 5:30 pm, I couldn't stand it any longer. I hadn't packed enough to stay another night, and quite frankly, I just wanted to get home. So, although Cary desperately wanted to stay, he also wanted a happy wife. After a slight detour in Wisconsin (yep....we drove north for about 20 minutes before we realized it...), we pulled into our driveway at 11:15 pm. Carter slept almost the whole way home and didn't wake up until 9:30 the next morning. All that softball really took it out of him!
I did the math and we spent over 18 hours at the ball park this weekend. It was HOT. Carter was sweaty and I forgot his hat so we had to stay in the shade. We sat under a tree past the outfield, we sat on a picnic table in the "beer tent," and we walked and walked in his stroller. Dirt and dust were everywhere. Anyone that knows me knows that I am not exactly an outdoor person, nor am I really into sports.....so I think that my husband owes me BIG! :)
Carter and Uncle Kyle
Playing with Daddy's Softball
At the fair, Cary watched the Mud Bogs and was highly impressed with the redneck activity! I'm not exactly sure what Mud Bogs are, but they were loud and seemed to catch both Dad and Cary's interest. Men. Carter rode on the carousel, had a few bites from our snow cone and left the fair sticky and sweaty. All in all, his first county fair was a success.
With Grandpa & Grandma Priestley
Petting a horse
With Grandpa on a tractor
Boy was I happy to give Carter a nice long bath last night. Although I know that little boys get dirty, four days worth of sweat and dirt was over the top for me!
And as for the favorite moment of the week:
On Friday night, I was really trying to get Carter to fall asleep in his stroller. I sat on the ground and held him under a blanket, Holly and Joe both walked and walked with him, and Bobbi tried to get him to sleep. No luck. I finally gave up and just laid him in his stroller, covered the entire thing with a blanket and walked up and down the sidewalk. Well pretty soon I noticed that the stroller was rocking side to side. Then I noticed the bug spray bottle bouncing on the top of the stroller. When I lifted the blanket to see what the little monkey was doing, I saw him standing up inside the stroller. It was just too darn cute! That naughty little boy!
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