American Past Time

We took the boys to their first ever baseball game over the weekend. (My first as well.)

It was the annual anesthesia department "Night at the Ball Park."

I hate watching baseball on television. But at the ball park? It was so much fun!


And what is more American than

Hotdogs, peanuts, popcorn, and soda...



At a baseball game...



In the Midwest...

During the summer...

Followed by fireworks?

Hmm...

Maybe these two cuties.