Addison's Rockie Day

Kim and David came to visit.



We went to a Rockies game. They lost. Bumma.




But fun was had by all. Including Coral. And the guy in the blue shirt sitting in the row in front of us. What a nice, clean blue shirt.


Addison was delighted to get "one of those cones with the hairy stuff on it."
(Don't ask me what I was doing with my lips here)



It made a huge sticky mess. She declined a photo.




Take note of the slobbery, sticky wad of cotton candy at the bottom of the cone.



I'm serious Dad. Don't take a picture of me! Or I will . . . . .

Four year olds are poor decision makers. I mean that in a nice way. In the way that they think it's a good idea to throw that cone with the sticky wad of cotton candy on the bottom, into a crowd of people. That's one way to show you're serious, right?

The cone keeps going. The wad lands on the shoulder of the nice gentleman with the blue shirt. I stare, helpless with my arms full of baby. Karl retrieves it and apologizes.



Addison realizes her folly and bursts into tears. (Does the back of his head look just a little more annoyed than the first picture? I wish this showed the pink blotch on his shoulder that was left behind.)

Not to worry. She quickly recovers and begins meowing loudly. Loudly enough to be heard over the crowd. From a hundred feet away.

Everyone, I mean everyone should have a four year old.