The Nashvegas Clores: Beginning of Baseball Season 2012

A few weeks ago we loaded up the boys and headed to St Louis for our first baseball weekend of the year. We left the house at 5:30. AM. Yes, we're that intense. The plan was to meet up with Tom and Chloe Ann in Benton and caravan into St Louis with them. Literally 1 mile from the exit where we were going to meet them, traffic stopped. We could see a huge cloud of black smoke ahead, so we knew it was potentially going to be quite a wait. Uhhh, little did we know, we would be stuck on the interstate for two and a half hours. Holy moly. With a toddler and a baby. That had both been up since 5:15. Fortunately, they were pretty good. We had our dvd player, and since everyone was literally parked, we got out and played on the side of the road.

Oh baby, there's our swagger wagon.

It was so weird to see all of these empty cars on the road. I told John it looked like a scene from Left Behind. And, bad news, we're still here to see it all. Not good, Clore. Not good at all. :)

So, once we were finally two and a half hours behind schedule, we met up with Tom and Chloe Ann, and we were on our way. Then, when we were just 10 miles from St Louis, another traffic jam. This time, it was *just* construction. No big semi on fire, but also not good. This put us even further behind. We were listening to the game on the radio and it was going unusually fast. Awesome.

Long story, but we finally got into the game during the seventh inning stretch. Then all kinds of walking around, trying to get our tickets and get in (yet another ordeal), and we finally got into our seats in time for the ninth inning. Pretty amazing. And by amazing, I mean lame. We spent the night in St Louis, just a few miles from the stadium, so there was no way we were going to be late for Sunday's game. No sir. Here are some photos from Sunday.

Harv hanging onto his loot.

The fireworks were so not his thing.

Day two with no morning nap AND no afternoon nap----it's hard on a little guy.

After much rocking and walking, I finally got him to take a little nap. I was too afraid to even smile for fear of waking the baby beast. Uhhh, bless his heart, and anything else southern I should say here.