Three kids makes baseball hard. Especially when two of them don't need tickets as long as they sit on your lap and all three of them want to do little other than run around.
Happily, good buddy Gregg solved just about all these issues for us with an invite to his fancy, fancy suite. (Yeah, ok, it's not really his suite, but he was the host for at least this night.)
For those of you so pedestrian as to never have been in a suite at Safeco you really ought to try it.
The beauty of the suite started with the room to run. Clara and Lilly, after their requisite shyness, decided they'd be happiest watching the game for two pitches and then tearing around the eating area. Or swinging on the hand rails. Or looking over the balcony at the people below us. Or chasing after me or Amy as we tried to have conversations with folks we haven't seen in a year.
The girls buzzed around all night. Henry slept through most of the game. And most of that was in Patty's arms. (Patty is Gregg's mom.) When Patty wasn't holding Henry she was holding Ben who is Rob and Beth's six week old son.
The game was good (we won!) and the kids had a great time. However, I think the big winner was actually Gregg because his mom got a grandkid fix.
