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Dodger Babe

This weekend, Bug ventured into the unknown (to her, anyway)- Dodger Stadium.

Before the game, the Godparents came by with a little gift for Bug.  How could she go to her first game without an official Dodger tee?  :)
 Ninong and Bug
The preparation in the parking lot took so much time.  First we had to take her out of the car seat.  Then we had to strap her to the Baby Bjorn.
Checking out the massive parking lot.
Then we had to put the hat on.
 Then we had to strap it on for security to make sure this fair-skinned Bug wasn't going to get burned from the parking lot to the stadium.
 Comfy, right?
 There.  Now we can walk.
 She's as heavy as she looks.  It was a hard walk for Mommy.  My future 80 year old self will thank Bug later.
 Family photo!
 Yay!  We're in!
 Tiny Bug in a BIG stadium!
 Someone needed a nap.  NEEDED.
What?!?!  You're awake?  How can you not sleep through all the cheering and the announcer?!?!
 
Bug was really cautious of the man behind us yelling "Let's go Dodgers".
 Must have been a good play.
 Talking about the play.
 
Then there was the hat.
Oh, didn't we tell you we had a BOY?
Did I mention that we left in the 8th inning...right before all the major plays happened?  (Daddy and Godfather, you can thank her later.)
 
GROUP SHOT!
OMG.  She is so cute.
 We had a great time with the Godparents.  Again...feeling so blessed that they love Bug like their own.
 God Bless,
Kat



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