We took Will to his first baseball game last night. As luck would have it, the Red Sox were in town.

There were some down moments, but overall it was a success. We decided he is the perfect age for this sort of thing because he is young enough that he can easily sleep on our laps and he can't wander off. When we first arrived at the stadium he was incredibly alert, looking around and just soaking in all the madness. I don't think he's ever been around so many people before.
I had Will wear his Royals gear. As Anthony and I were taking a pre-game walk around the stadium with Will, a Red Sox fan shouted at Anthony, "Ah man, why did you do that to your kid." I think Will looked cute and the Royal's blue looked good with his eyes.

Will liked the non-stop attention from mom* and the visual stimuli. He really disliked the noise. In fact, the first time he cried at the game was when his father was celebrating Jeremy Hermida's homerun with the other Sox fans in attendance.

Anthony had to temper his enthusiasm after that.

*I was going to say non-stop attention from Mom and Dad, but that's not entirely true. Although his dad did pay him a lot of a attention, we
were at a baseball game.

Tired family.