Day Fourteen Hundred and Sixty-Nine

The Baseball Baby Necessities

With only a few days to spend with my grandparents, I had to show them everything I know about being a Baseball Baby. 

First, you need the right clothes. Anything at all will do. Even if it's just a diaper. Us kids can make anything look adorable. Including poop. Yeah, poop. Yesterday, I wore the most adorable teal romper (to compliment my eyes, Mama said), but I couldn't hold it any longer and pooped all over my newest Posh Peanut addition.

And so second, you need a sink. Any sink will work. And maybe some soap. That way, when you poop all over your clothes, your mom can run to the bathroom and wash it off. Then you can put it back on, of course. 

Next, you need toys. Actually anything will do. A water bottle. A spoon. A straw. A toothbrush. Especially the banana shaped kind. A necklace. A dirty diaper? Oh, earrings attached to Mom's ears are the best!

You'll need some patience too. Kids love to squirm. Duh. 

You definitely need a bow or five. It's the worst when they ask "how old is he?" 

You need some on-the-field action. 

The Nationals President's Race is the prime example. 

And a *few* photo opps too!

Mom does a great job of this. She makes sure to get me in all the best ones! (Hiiiiiii Presidents! What big heads you have! My daddy thinks you're really funny. I like when he laughs.)

You'll most definitely need to bring your snuggles. Baseball Babies LOVE game-time cuddles and lovin. 

But most of all, you need someone to watch! The kind of someone who lights up your day and makes fart noises on your cheeks. 

The kind of someone who makes baseball his career and not his life. 

The kind of someone who loves unconditionally and makes you laugh without abandon.

I call that someone Dada. 

And watching him while he works makes every single baseball game worth it. 

He's just...the best. 

Well, there ya go, guys!

What do you think of my Baseball Baby Necessities?

Smile if you agree!!

Agreed! 

Love you, Grandma and Grandpa!

Thanks for raising such a good Daddy for me, Grandpa. He's everything I could ever ask for in a Dad. 

Two last things:

One: sometimes, Baseball Babies need some post-game worship on Faith Day. To put in all into perspective. Because simply: this is why I'm a Baseball Baby anyways! To point people to Jesus.

And second: this is what Baseball Babies don't need. To semi-witness a three-vehicle accident right outside the field. Last night, Dad had to call 911 as we waited for our Uber and heard a loud crash. We turned around to see a pair of legs fly into the air. Thankfully, everyone was ok, but definitely, we can do without crashes!