Game 8: Chicago Cubs

Why is it that the Mondays after vacation are the darn hardest?! We just got back from five days at the beach, and in theory, I should be all kinds of well-rested. And I was! ..Until this morning when my alarm went off for work. Wamp wamp.

Alrighty - we are going a bit retro today. We are going back to recap something from this past April. 

If you remember back before my writing hiatus, I had a list of 30 things I wanted to accomplish before turning 30 (I just recently hopped into this new decade a few weeks ago). The complete list, including my successes and failures of said list, will come later, but one of the items on that list was to attend TEN out of state baseball games with my dad. 

TEN. That's TEN things within ONE bullet point. So I basically wanted to accomplish 40 things before I turned 30. Just wanted to make sure everyone understood that and I got extra credit. :) 

Long story short - one of the games we knew we wanted to attend was to see those Cubbies play at Wrigley. We had actually planned to see them last September, but the dad of one of my besties got wind of this and told us to wait and use their season tickets. 

<Which in hindsight was a total God thing because I was busy fighting cancer last September and there's no way we would have been able to go!>

So, at the end of April, my dad and I conquered Game 8 of our ten game stretch!

Game 8 - Chicago Cubs vs. Milwaukee Brewers - April 28th, 2018

And yes - we are wearing some mighty heavy winter wear. We'll get to that in a minute. 

Since the game was a mid-day game, we decided we could do a morning/evening same day flight and be just fine. We hopped an early morning flight, received a complimentary upgrade to first class, and had a mighty nice little jaunt to Illinois! 

I'm clearly out of blogging practice, because mid-flight my dad reminded me that we hadn't taken a flight selfie. And if you recall from all the other games we've attended, we have always taken a flight selfie. Way to be, pops!

After a pretty quick flight and some turbulent landing, we headed into the airport where I tossed that entire complimentary breakfast I had just eaten because, well, #pregnant. 

We had a good hour or so before we had to be at the game, so we opted for the budget-friendly subway to take us to Wrigley. My dad snapped this on the ride...

This right here is the poster child for the first trimester. 

SO TIRED ALL THE TIME. 

But just for the record I had a fantastic nap. 

The subway let us off right at the field, so we (and thousands of our closest friends) headed into the ballpark. We sat in our seats, checked out the view, and then immediately headed to go get some hats. We have hats from every game we've been to and I am loving my little collection. :) 

Our seats were on the 8th row behind the visitor's dugout and the best view we've had so far! Huge shout out and thank you to the Kool family!

We've purchased hats at the ballpark before and it hasn't been any big deal, but we also haven't been to a game in 40 degree weather. That gift shop was PACKED with fans buying sweatshirts, blankets, and all sorts of cold-weather gear. Twas a big business day for the Cubbies franchise. 

We got our hats, hot dogs, and headed back out to the game. And I will say, having seats in the sun and wearing a ski jacket made for an extremely pleasant game! Being in Texas I've sat through some 100+ degree games and I would take a colder game in appropriate attire any day. 

And by appropriate attire, I mean...

I. Look. Good. 

My dad wore a peacoat and mittens and though this picture doesn't really show anything, I would laugh HYSTERICALLY when he clapped after a play. It was the saddest most muffled clap I've ever heard and it just really tripped my ticklebone.

We shared the seats with Kelsey's brother and his friend and had such a good time catching up!

I mean look at those sun rays! That sun was our saving grace that day! 

I will admit - no ice cream was consumed during Game 8. Which is very unlike my dad and me. But y'all we didn't even look for it. We stuck to hot dogs and peanuts and were quite content!

Obligatory seventh inning selfie :)

We enjoyed such a great game and a Cubs WIN!! Which was probably my favorite part of the day because we got to witness this: 

It's like the Sweet Caroline of Fenway. AND I knew all the words because it's also Kelsey's ringtone any time her parents call :)

CUBBIES WIN!!!!!!

Two happy kids right there. 

Afterwards it was a mass exodus leaving the ballpark, so we stopped at Dunkin Donuts, grabbed a coffee, and let the subway clear out before heading to the airport. Where I puked on the plane. Yet again. 

It was a quick but perfect day. And Game 8 was officially in the books! 

Stay tuned for Games 9 & 10, because - spoiler alert - WE HIT ALL TEN! 

Love this man and this little jaunt we started three years ago :)

Click below for recaps of:

Game 1

Games 2 & 3

Games 4 & 5

Game 6

Game 7

Happy Monday everyone!

Katy

Pregnancy Progression: Finding Out

So the last time we talked about medical things (over on caringbridge), I was told I shouldn’t have children. If you haven’t read that post, I would highly encourage you to start there before reading this one.

But to recap in a nutshell, I was told by my oncologist in January that it was too risky, we didn’t know when the cancer was coming back, and if it came back while I was pregnant then things could get really bad. I then spoke with my OBGYN who told me to wait two years before trying to start a family. There were some dark days ahead, but ultimately Jeff and I decided first and foremost that our future family was the Lord’s call, but we would hold off on actively trying for a family for a year (primarily thinking that if we started trying and nothing happened then it obviously wasn’t the right time). We thought it was a good compromise.

Two months later, we found out we were pregnant.

It honestly never occurred to me that God’s timing could be sooner. In fact, to follow my OBGYN’s recommendations, we were actually trying NOT to get pregnant. But alas, God had different plans.

<Pause: I am hesitant to write these words simply because I know how common infertility is and how many people I personally know that were/are affected by it. However, I do think it is pertinent to my ‘story,’ so I believe it’s important to share. Please don’t think I am insensitive to all the struggles out there. It broke my heart to tell some of my friends my news (I literally cried at them) – so please understand the disclaimer here!>

At the end of March I noticed I was late, but didn’t really think anything of it. In fact, I took a pregnancy test just to double check and it was negative. So I just kept be-bopping along with life. Then Easter weekend, we were driving home from my sister’s house and Jeff (jokingly) asked if we should stop and get another test. I told him no, and that I was exhausted and wanted to go to bed. Then as we pulled into our town we passed a CVS and I told him ‘eh, sure just stop here and I’ll grab one .’ We got home, I took the test as a fluke, and I didn’t even have to wait 15 seconds for that second pink line to show up.

And then my whole body went numb.

I ran into the kitchen (pretty sure I was stark white), didn’t speak words, and just stared at Jeff with a deer in the headlights look. He smiled and said “what? It’s positive?” And then we just started at each other. He started laughing. I started shaking. I had to sit down.

We just kept asking “what?” “how?” “huh?” over and over again. I mean, we’d been married for four months. I hadn’t (okay, still haven’t) even changed my name! I hadn’t (okay, still haven’t) even finished all my wedding thank you notes! (…Mom, they’re in process, don’t be mad!)

If I’m being honest, excitement didn’t set in for a good while. I was in a state of shock for the rest of the weekend, and by the time Monday rolled around, I was in complete fear. I felt like I had totally messed up. Being the rule follower I am, I completely broke the “rules” – and barely even followed them for a month. In the words of Michelle Tanner, I thought I was in biiiiig trouble, mister.

When I called my oncologist’s office that Monday morning, all my fears were compounded. The girl on the other end of the phone was in disbelief of how I could let this happen, and proceeded to remind me that I couldn’t undergo any treatment now. I quietly (and confusedly) asked if I needed any treatment right now, and she responded with “well, no, but if it spreads there’s nothing we can do. We can’t even do MRIs anymore. I don’t know how we’ll monitor you now. I’ll talk to your doctor and call you back.”

I proceeded to place my head on my desk and bawl my eyes out. Any joy was completely gone, and fear and shamefulness took its place.

To be honest, and we’ve talked about this before, I have always struggled with faith vs. science when it comes to medical things. I figure I don’t know jack squat, so what my doctors tell me is what is right. And a lot of times it is. My dad is in the medical field, after all. I believe in the practice of medicine. I also believe in a little bedside manner, but let’s not get off topic.

That fear ate at me for a while - and it still does to be honest. Not fear about being a mom (though fear of that whole labor thing is a whole different story!), but fear that the cancer is coming back. My oncologist has been supportive recently – well, more like he’s just not overly negative, but I still feel like I need to enter the office with my tail tucked in between my legs. My OBGYN has been super excited for me, but every now and then she’ll (albeit, jokingly) say “and you’re going to behave for the rest of this pregnancy, right?” Woman, please. Like I can control the cancer.

Since I can’t have MRIs every three months, I’m just having liver ultrasounds every three months. It’s not as good but it’s something. What they can’t monitor is my eye socket, so we’ll just have to wait until December for a full work-up. And that is where Satan attacks. I have awful nightmares of people chiseling away at my face because the cancer came back. And I honestly don’t know if it has.

So basically, things could get really bad if this sucker spreads. And because it’s such a rare cancer (except if you went to Auburn, apparently), we just don’t know much about it. Could it spread to the placenta? We don’t know. There are a LOT of unknowns here, and unfortunately, those unknowns have given a lot of my fears a foundation (whether they should or not).

What I DO know, and is the verse I have pinned up right next to my first ultrasound of sweet girl, is Psalm 127:

“Children are a GIFT from the Lord; they are a REWARD from Him. Children born to a young man are like arrows in a warrior’s hands. How joyful is the man whose quiver is full of them! He will not be put to shame when he confronts his accusers at the city gates.” Psalm 127:3-5

Part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought “ah, I got it. I’m having a little girl right out of the gates because I’m going to die pretty soon and she can live on as little me.” I mean – deep dark thoughts here, folks.

And then part of me hopes, prays, and yearns to believe that the Lord is just saying “for you, Katy.” 2017 was a rough year; so maybe this sweet little girl IS just a gift – no strings, no other shoe. It’s just so hard for me to grasp because I just feel so undeserving of something so wonderful, so quickly.

But hey, isn’t that salvation in a nutshell? We get blessings every day – with the biggest blessing being on the other side of this earthly life – that we don’t deserve and shouldn’t receive. But because of that man on that cross – our merit doesn’t even have to come into play. Thank you, Jesus. …Literally.

So that’s the story of us finding out we were pregnant. Don’t get me wrong – there is a LOT of joy now. The big bad medical stuff just took us for a slight detour.

To close, Jeff and I would be honored if you would pray for us and our little girl. We need the cancer to stay far (far FAR) away. And selfishly, I would like it to stay away both during pregnancy and for the vast majority of this little girl’s life. Just pray that this pregnancy/delivery is as routine as a textbook, and that my doctors are blown away at the lack of (perceived) complexity.

And because we know who you are and how much your prayers have already impacted us in the past, I’m going to go ahead and say thank you on our behalf as well. :) Aside from this sweet gift arriving this December, YOU are our greatest blessing!

Love you all,

Katy (& Jeff)

Hiya stranger.

Well hi there. 

It's been a while. Over a year in fact. 

2017 was a crazy year, and I had to take a break from writing. Work was insane, I was planning a wedding, we found another street dog, the cancer came back, I had my left eye removed, I moved across the metroplex, and I got all married. 

That's just a lot. 

I didn't stop writing completely  - once the cancer came back I was updating regularly on my caringbridge (which, side note, I really need to stop having two different blogs for medical/personal because it's all the same story), but I definitely stopped writing for "fun." There just wasn't time. And that happens sometimes. Life throws you in a twister and you grab on to some things and have to let go of others. 

But alas, I've entered a new stage of life recently, and I feel like I have some extra time on my hands. And it wasn't until I was binge watching my third series on Netflix did I realize this, and realize that there was a lot more I could be doing with my days. (Though my Netflix phase was AWESOME). 

I've recently started a new job (same firm, just a different department), and it's allowing for a bit more "me" time. Which is good cause I love hanging out with myself. :) 

We also have found out we're expecting a sweet little baby girl this December (more on that later), and I really want to document all the things. I'm in a really sweet phase of life right now and I want to remember it. I am quick to write about the not-so-great cancer stuff (because Lord help me do I need those prayers!), but that doesn't have to discount documenting life's blessings. 

Admittedly, I also needed to stop blogging for a bit because it was turning into a self-induced pressure cooker. I felt like I needed to post something x times per week to call myself a writer and constantly be on the lookout for content that people might want to read about. 

Nope nope nope. 
(I'm literally shaking my head as I type this.)

I lost sight of why I like to write in the first place. Writing is my outlet. Writing is my hobby. Writing is my passion. And this blog is essentially my virtual journal/scrapbook. So now that I have a little more time and I've had a chance to re-focus, I want to re-introduce one of the things that makes me oh-so happy. 

Plus, I'm about to have a dang infant. That's COMICAL to think I'd try to post a certain number of times per week. COMICAL. You'll see me when you see me :) 

So I guess you could say this is my "I'm baaaaaack!" post. And I actually really hate those posts. But alas I just wanted to share a little (we're talking Reader's Digest version) of where I've been and why I'm here again. 

Happy Friday everyone!

May Book Review

Hello!

Okay, so I've been a little MIA. I'm aware. But y'all. Planning a wedding is NO JOKE. It's basically a full time job - and I already have one of those. Not to mention we're "revamping" Jeff's bachelor pad house so it's ready for some newlyweds come November. So, really, I have approximately 15 color palettes going through my head on the reg. Someone asked me my wedding colors the other day and I actually had to think about it.

BUT here I am today with four of my most recent reads. Granted, I've been rewatching Parenthood (and crying my eyes out), so these books have been over the course of the first part of the year, but it's fine. Everything is fine. :)

Also, they were surprisingly all hardback books this time (I normally read on my Nook), so today you get a fancy little cover picture. You're so welcome.

We have a little bit of everything today: chick-lit, chick-thriller, an autobiography of one of my favorite people ever, and the final installment of a winter trilogy. And two of these books I couldn't put down.

Okay, we're starting with the winter trilogy. And while I am fully aware it's 300 degrees outside, I read it in January so it made sense. My suggestion would be wait until the weather cools off to read it, OR if you're going to Antarctica this summer on vacay, bring this book!

Winter Storms

by Elin Hilderbrand

Okay, so the past two winters I've read (and reviewed!) the first two books (Winter Street and Winter Stroll) of the series and loved them. It may seem weird to have to remember characters from year to year (since she wrote one every Christmas), but since she writes from the various characters' perspectives, you really feel like you get to know everyone. It's easy to just jump right back in.

BUT, now that all three books are out, YOU don't have to wait! Unless you're waiting for colder weather. This last book really ties up a lot of loose ends that kept you hanging in the first two. I'm quite sad this little series is over. If you're an Elin Hilderbrand fan (and who isn't?!) don't forget about these this fall!

Okay...now back to the summer beach reads....

It Ends With Us

by Colleen Hoover

I could not put this book down. It was really unlike any book I've read before. I called it a chick thriller because while it wasn't a murder mystery, it definitely had some really heavy parts that made you think. I always know a good book when I count down the hours at work until I get to come home and read, and this was definitely one of those. It'll stick with you for a while afterwards, too.

Now, fair warning - her writing is not PG. At some points I looked like that little wide-eyed emoji. I don't want to share the plot for fear of giving too much away (and you can read the synopsis on the back of the book), but if you're tired of the same ole same ole plot, give this one a try!

Talking as Fast as I Can

by Lauren Graham

So I read this book in a day.

Zero exaggeration.

Granted, I didn't get much else done that day, but I LOVED this autobiography. Because I LOVE Lauren Graham. Loved her in Gilmore Girls. Loved her in Parenthood. Love her in real life. Actually I don't know her but I'm sure I would. And she's dating Peter Krause (#parenthood) and it just gives me all the feels.

If you are a hard-core Gilmore Girls and/or Parenthood fan, you must read this book. She gives a personal account on both the shows and the Netflix sequel series and I was reading like a giddy school girl. She also shares tips on how she does it all. For instance, did you know she wrote a best-selling fiction novel? I DID NOT. Did you also know she and Mae Whitman (#parenthood) are teaming up to do the script write adaptation of The Royal We (#myfavoritebookeEVER). I DID NOT. I mean. This girl does it all. And she never takes herself too seriously.

What I got from this book? Lauren Graham IS Lorelai Gilmore. And that one little realization made me oh so happy. This is a perfect little plane read for your next trip!

This book has also inspired me to read one autobiography each month. Fiction is great and all, but you can just learn good stuff by reading about real live people :)

Save the Date

by Mary Kay Andrews

So I'm not going to lie. I bought this book for three reasons: 1) it's purple, 2) it has a title that is in sync with my life at the moment, and 3) it was on the bargain shelf at Barnes and Noble.

However, I've also read one of her books in the past and thoroughly enjoyed it, so I figured I'd be a fan of this one as well!

If you love weddings, this is a great easy read for you. It's written from the perspective of a florist in Savannah (Southern weddings - heyo!) and walks through the ups and downs of running a small business, dealing with crazy brides and their mamas, and then of course - there's a love story in there too.

I honestly had the same thoughts I had when I read Ladies Night last June. I thoroughly enjoyed the plot, really loved the writing, but the book was just really long. And not that I was bored during either book, she keeps you entertained, I just feel like it took me twice as long to read (since it was twice as long of a book).

Now, that being said, if you're going on a long weekend beach getaway and only want to bring one book - I would highly recommend Mary Kay Andrews! They'll give you all the feels, keep you busy during your trip, and you won't have to bring the whole library. Also, if you're a hard copy book person, several of hers rotate on the bargain shelf at B&N, so you can usually find one for less than $7.

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And those are my reads this month! (er - the past few months). I have a lot of travels for work coming up the next few months, so if you have any good reads be sure to let me know. Also, if I see you frequently, let me know if you want to borrow any of these bad boys. That's the beauty of a hard copy book. What's mine is yours - after I'm done with it :)

To see all my blogged book reviews, click HERE.

Until next time,

Katy

Relinquishing Control

So I think I like to control things. 

To some of you, this may be a "yeah, duh" moment, but I honestly never considered myself a control freak. I mean, last week I blogged about how I have an inability to make a decision. Control freaks don't struggle in the decision making department. 

But recently, things have been happening in my life that I can't control - and it makes me quite uneasy. I was talking about this to one of my close friends earlier this week (you know, sharing my need-to-control epiphany), and she simply said "you're like a mom, you just like to be able to fix things. And some things, you just can't fix." 

I've been mulling over her words for the past few days, and by golly-gee, I think she's right. For every problem, I have a solution; for every dilemma, I have actionable advice; and for every Plan A, I'm already thinking of a Plan B.

And so far, it's been a pretty solid method to live by. But recently, things have been happening in my life, and the lives of people really close to me, that I can't fix.

And it's done something to me. I feel worthless, I feel helpless, and I feel like I'm spinning out of control. 

When I was younger and would go stay at a friend's house or overnight in a hotel, I would always pack up my belongings and zip up my suitcase every night before I went to sleep. I liked everything compacted together in case anything happened. Like why would I have to "leave all my belongings and escape safely from the building" when I could simply grab my well packed bag and get both me AND my things out safely? #sillyfiremen

Continuing on with the suitcase analogy, it feels as if someone unzipped my bag, and dumped all of its contents off of a balcony and into a raging wind storm. 

In the words of Chandler Bing: "can open; worms everywhere."

And you know the worst thing about your belongings flying around in a windstorm? You can't grab them all. And that's how I feel right now. I feel like I can't grab anything and keep it safe. It's all out of my control. 

(Side note: I think this means I'm going to be an overprotective mother.)

But I've decided it boils down to this - there's a fine line between control issues and trust issues. And by "fine" I mean it's dotted, perforated, and might as well be more of a 'blur' than a line. 

So if I'm praying about this stuff, and I don't have control over this stuff, but the lack of control over said stuff still bothers me, I think it means I'm not trusting the One who does have control over the stuff. 

Is it right? No. Is it real? Yes. I'm human.

But I'm human who strives to be better, so we slap ourselves in the face and work on the trust issues. 

It's almost comical, really. I'm reading through the Bible, reading about the countless miracles and masterpieces of God, yet I have trust issues when it comes to current day events of my life. Like, what is that? God delivered a man from a WHALE, and I think my stuff has a better chance of being taken care of in my hands rather than His. 

Which again, is comical. Because if one of my people got swallowed by a whale, I really would have nothing more to offer than a quick wave and a "sorry boutcha." Not much deliverance in these two hands.
(wiggles fingers) 

And while there are approximately 5,183 verses in the Bible related to fear, anxiety, worry, etc. - the one that gives me the most peace is John 16:33:

This is my go to. Yes - we will have tribulation. There will be raging windstorms that flee your sanity/emotions/general well-being 'to and fro' - but we also get peace. And we get to be POSITIVE and HOPEFUL, because the one who can instantly catch all of your belongings in one big swoop? He's already overcome the world. 

So unless your problems are in Mars, you're covered.

Though He created that too - so really you're good either way :)

Is it easy? No. Is it an instant reflex? No. Do I have it figured out? You're funny. 

But every time I feel the (theoretical) winds start to blow and my (figurative) belongings start to slip out of my hands, I just repeat this verse. 

And it happens about 37 times per day. 

Don't let your control issues turn into trust issues. I guarantee you, your problems are a lot safer once you give them up then they are when you cling to them. 

Until next time,

Katy

 

Game 7: Atlanta Braves

Hello there, Tuesday. 

So, in all honesty, today is my Monday. We had a jam-packed weekend, and then I had some tests run yesterday, so I just decided I needed a one day extension and then we'd start again today :)

This past Sunday was Game 7. In the event that means absolutely nothing to you, let me explain. When I turned 27, I decided I wanted to make a list of 30 things I wanted to do before I turned thirty. You can see the complete list here, but one of those things on that list was to see 10 out of state baseball games with my dad! 

Game 1 was the Boston Red Sox, 

Game 2 was the LA Angels,

Game 3 was the San Diego Padres,

Game 4 was the San Francisco Giants,

Game 5 was the Oakland A's, 

Game 6 was the St. Louis Cardinals, 

and GAME 7 was the Atlanta Braves. 

(PS I just did that list from memory and I'm quite proud of myself..)

Why the Atlanta Braves, you ask? Because they got a new stadium this year. And we wanted to see it!

Game 7 - St. Louis Cardinals vs. Atlanta Braves - May 7, 2017

The flight from Dallas to Atlanta is only about an hour and a half and the game was at 1:30, so we decided to make a day trip out of it. The day trips are perfect in that you have no hotel costs, but you're also at the mercy of the flight schedule. 

For instance, the only morning flight that could get us to Atlanta before the game started left at 7a. Which means my alarm went off at 3:30 Sunday morning. 

Here is our obligatory plane selfie - the sleepy version. 

The plus side? We got upgraded to first class! Things that make taking off in the dark a little more bearable :)

When we landed, we took a train/uber combo to the new stadium. The old stadium used to be right downtown, but the new one was built on the outskirts of Atlanta (which apparently where the Atlanta population is going as well...). 

Since the game wasn't until 1:30 and we got there around 11:30, we had some good time to explore the stadium before the game even started. 

I love these flag pictures. I take them at every game. For some reason they just make me happy. 

Here are a few pictures of the outside of the stadium. It was QUITE packed 2 hours before the game started. There was live music, a drumline, restaurants/bars with lines out the door - it was basically tailgate central.

Hey Bobby Cox!

They opened the doors at noon and we headed in to do some more touring. 

Only after eating a hot dog. Obviously. 

One of my favorite things about the stadium was the "Atlanta Braves Monumental Garden." It's basically a giant pathway tribute to the past of the Braves. Dating all the way back to when they were the Boston Braves. Who knew!? They had jerseys, gloves, bats - even celebratory champagne bottles from way back when. Pretty impressive. I always have all the feels for the nostalgia.

Another pretty cool thing? They have their own custom jersey making shop - right in the stadium! Those jerseys were revolving around the top and they would customize them right there during the game!

I wish the Rangers' stadium had that. I would get one that said "Katy Hamels" on the back :)

#notmarriedyet

Then the game started, and WHAT a game it was!! We decided this game and the LA Angels game were the top two most interesting games of the seven that we've been to. After the first few innings the Cardinals were up 4-0, and then by the eighth inning it was tied 4-4. We saw multiple home runs, double plays, stolen bases, and 2 plays overturned cause the umpire on first base was just not having a great day. 

And you know what else? The people sitting around us were not obnoxious. HUGE WIN. Because we definitely can't say that for several of the games we've been to...

We had to leave in the middle of the eighth, but at the airport we saw that the game went to FOURTEEN innings, and the Braves ended up loosing 6-4. Wamp wamp. 

Man, such a good game though. We didn't want to leave!

Oh and the food? We checked it all off the list. 

Multiple hot dogs? Check.

Peanuts? Check.

Ice cream? Check. 

Ballpark food is some good eatin. 

I also learned why my dad likes peanuts. He likes to create a complete and utter mess. 

I mean, really. I found a peanut shell in my shoe when I got home that night. It got a little easier once he stopped throwing the shells at our neighbors, but still - can't take this guy anywhere :)

Oh, and it was cold. In the sun it was really nice, but our seats were in the sun for approximately 8 minutes of the entire game. So when it was time for ice cream, we found one teeny tiny block of sun and stood in it while we ate. The things we do for our sugar-dairy intake. 

Cheers to Mayfield Creamery!
(that tasted a lot like Baskin Robbins!)

And finally, like we always do, we took our 'seventh inning selfie' in our new baseball hats! By the way, I'm going to need to have a son. And I'm going to need his nursery to be baseball themed. I've got a wall of hats ready to decorate. And then when we're up all hours of the night I can tell him stories of how his grandaddy and I got all those hats :)

And then we got home and had to part ways. These days are always just so much fun, the goodbyes at the end are just so hard. Love this dad of mine! 

We decided we might have time to fit in Game 8 this year, so if you'll excuse me, I need to go look at baseball calendars :)

Happy Tuesday everyone!

Until next time,

Katy