In The Bleachers

We got last minute Giants seats in the bleachers with Dan's work this week and decided to try taking Jackson to a night game. It went ok. He liked being carried around the stadium and flirting with all of the ladies in Dan's office that sat near us and waved at him. He did a lot of high-fiving with the guys. He also liked eating french fries and Cracker Jacks instead of his real dinner. He did not like waiting in line for food, being on our laps for the 7 innings he "lasted" through, cotton candy, or that we wouldn't let him play in the beer puddle under our feet from the spilly people a row above us. 

 He's wearing his uniform.

 This scowl is a new expression that he's trying on lately. It doesn't always mean that he's mad. Often he's smiling, then scowls, then goes back to smiling a moment later.

 

  Pried the binky out for one shot.