Henry's dream of taking Nate to his first Red Sox game became a reality the other night. I admit, I initially had reservations because the game started at the same time as Nate's bedtime but I was proven wrong in a big way because Nate had the best time and the night went perfectly (minus needing an unfortunate diaper change in the 5th inning). Thanks to his uncle and cousin, they sat in some pretty great seats and Nate was able to bang on his very own table, jump around as much as he wanted, and eat peanuts off the floor (the last part: not mommy- approved).
Henry was giddy excitement. Nate thought it was pretty cool too.
Drink for Daddy. Drink for Nate.