Despite my best efforts, Juniper appears to be a budding little baseball fan. She watches games on TV. She swings her plastic bat in the yard. She wears her baseball cap everywhere. At the beginning of April, we went to a Georgia Tech-Duke baseball game at the Durham Bulls stadium. Only a handful of people showed up for the game, so Juni had free rein to run all over the stands, yelling and whooping and demanding ice cream. We were seated right behind home plate and, for some reason, every time the pitcher threw the ball, Juni would yell, "That's TERRIBLE!!" in her loud, high-pitched voice. She also perched herself near the on-deck circle and shouted, "Swinging a BAT????" to each batter. These poor college kids were just trying to play some baseball and they had to endure giggly heckling from my toddler and a loud and incessant bwah bwah bwah bwah bwahhhhh from my baby. This is what happens when my family heads to the ballpark.
"That's TERRIBLE!!!":
Seventh inning naptime:
