Night at the Ballpark

We went to our first and only Rangers game of the year in late September because it was DFW night and David had to take pictures of Jeff throwing the first pitch (not to mention warming him up that afternoon).



The kids and I went up to Rawlings for a buffet dinner and watched from up on high. I showed them where David was and Paloma repeated over and over, "Daddy's on the red dirt!"



David arrived to meet us during the first inning, ate dinner himself, and we made it to our seats during the third. Paloma wanted to sit in her own seat.


The funniest thing was that soon after we sat down, I gave her a package of Cracker Jack, and she spent an hour covering herself with it--her arms, legs and face were literally coated in the stuff-- and eating it.