A couple weeks ago (Mother's Day weekend), we got to experience something none of us had ever done before . . . we had a sleepover at the Rangers ballpark. It was a pretty intimate group of about 3,000 to 4,000 although not that many actually slept there all night. We left our little kids with grandmas and took the three oldest cousins.
Family, Rangers ballpark, baseball movie, and sleeping outside - it was pretty much a culmination of my dad's favorite things (and mine). It was pretty cool.
We watched the Ranger away game on screen from the stands. Then they let us on the field to watch Sandlot. Can you believe that movie came out 20 years ago? Did I mention the writer/director/narrator and the actor who played Hamilton "Ham" Porter were there? It was pretty cool.
Little kids running around in pajamas on the field. Pure cuteness.
Does this next picture make anyone feel claustrophobic? The crowd didn't bother me at all, but Summer strategically chose our sleeping spot so that she could have an escape route. If you look at the bottom of the picture, you can see Brandon next to the fence. We slept just on the other side of that so, as Summer said, if I have to go to the bathroom or there's a bomb, I can get out fast. Good plan . . . except that all night people walk past you to go to the bathroom and the security guards talk nearby and at 6:00 people start filing out right beside you.
I slept wonderfully, unbothered by the crowd, the noise, the ground, or the temperature until about 3 AM when Eydie got cold and started crying/almost yelling. I was trying hard to calm her down before she woke up everyone in earshot. (She's really hard to reason with in the middle of the night and her cry can turn into hysterical screams in a matter of seconds.) Summer heard me and the next morning said it sounded like I was trying to talk her out of jumping off a building. I finally got Little Bit quiet by putting her in my sleeping bag with me, so my comfort the rest of the night was about what you would imagine if you shared a mummy bag with a 3-year old. But we woke up in the morning in right field at the ballpark, so you know . . . it was pretty cool.
