The Pitcher is my Dad!
Go Dada!!
You're so good at pitching.
I promise be your biggest smallest cheerleader ever!
Even when you do bad.
So yeah, my first public appearance (at 9 days old) was at Daddy's game.
(Going to the doctor's doesn't count)!
It was fun.
It was loud.
It was bright.
The sun was warm.
The smells were good.
And I got to see my dad.
Kinda.
Turns out, it's hard for me to see that far - I can only really see 12 inches away from me right now, so mostly I slept and ate and Supermaned Grandma's legs while Dad pitched the 7th.
And all that wiped me out!
Being a baseball baby sure is rough sometimes.
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