Take Me Out to the Ball Game

As you know, between the Mariners, Beavers, and daddy's games, I've seen a lot of baseball [and softball], but I will never forget the last 2 Portland Beavers' games. (Mainly because I'm sure Mom will launch into a long winded "back in the day" story every time we drive down Burnside past PGE Park.)

Nonetheless, it was a ball, and Sunday (2nd to last game) I partied hard:



Monday afternoon I was refreshed and ready to cheer with my parents, Grandma Carolyn, Grandma Patty, and Uncle John:



The Beavers won both games, and the stadium was packed:



It was super fun, but like most afternoon games, nap-time took priority over the exciting finish:



Hopefully Portland will get another team someday, since we don't want to drive to Salem (er...Kaizer) every weekend to watch pro baseball.

In non-baseball news:

• I love driving at the mall (I'm becoming quite the shopper!):
  
  
  
  
• I'm super-happy to welcome baby Jackson, a.k.a. my new wingman!
  
  
• And, happy birthday Uncle Tristan.
  Daddy finally found out what was in that truck all those years:
  
  
  
  
• Finally, the winner of the caption contest is anonymous! Your caption was the most hilarious! I grant you permission to download one picture of your choice (preferably from my blog).

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P.S. Guess who turns the big 2 next Sunday?! I'll blow a kiss to the first person who guesses correctly. (I'm loving kisses, hugs, high fives, and fist bumps these days. Oh, and I now have 18 of 20 teeth and even had my first dentist appt! New words include hat, duck, and ella [elephant].)