Our local AA baseball team is in the championship series, and Grandma, Grandpa, Mommy, Daddy, and Anderson were all decked out and ready to be Flying Squirrels (yes, Richmond voted on this mascot a couple of years ago) fans for the evening. Anderson has enjoyed watching Daddy play softball, and he even enjoyed a Babe Ruth 12-yr olds world series game- awake and looking around for most of the game. Besides, Anderson's daddy had gotten him the littlest Flying Squirrels t-shirt you can buy, so we already knew he would be the CUTEST fan at the game.
While he WAS the cutest fan, he was NOT the happiest. Turns out that professional games are significantly louder than softball or little league, and it took one good hit by the Squirrels for Anderson to let us know he wanted OUT of there. Mom and I walked him around behind the stands for a good little while so he could calm down. We all hated to see him afraid. We made a couple of attempts back out in the stands before deciding Mom, Anderson, and I would probably all be happier at home getting bedtime started. Ryan and Dad stuck it out and enjoyed the rest of the game, although the Squirrels lost.
We did, however, get a couple of good family photos- something we haven't had a lot of yet. Anderson doesn't even look terrified! :)
Next year we will be back, and I have a feeling Anderson will love it. He is an Ives, afterall!