Mason at the ball game

Last summer, we went to a minor league baseball game in Madison, but it was hot and we didn't last very long.

Last night, we took him to see the Peoria Chiefs with Jeni's grandparents.

We had very good seats, on the third base side, in the shade and near the gate so we could feel the breeze on our backs. A park worker gave Mason an old baseball which he held onto very tightly for a while.

Mason had his own seat between Jeni and GGMa.

Mason watched parts of the game, but also liked the mascots. A real Dalmatian was stationed near our seats for kids to pet and man in a Dalmatian-dressed-like-a-firefighter costume was walking around the entire stadium.

When he got a little antsy, we took a walk to the hot dog stand.

We stuck it out until the seventh inning stretch. Mason knows many of the words to "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" so he sang along and held out fingers for "1, 2, 3 strikes you're out."

After the song, they shot off a few fireworks. Mason had never seen fireworks before and was spellbound.

We figured that nothing could top that and the Chiefs were down 5-1, so we left then. On the way out we posed for one last picture.