The Padres and the Pooper

Last weekend my parents were in town. Those who know my family well know that we all grew up going to the Padre games. For a long time we had season tickets right down the third base line. Some of my favorite memories are of going to those games. So, last weekend we went to a spring training game. It was really fun... for the first 20 minutes.
...Then Carter decided that he needed to go to the bathroom. By the time Bryan got him there he had pooped his pants. And when I say pooped his pants, I mean POOPED his pants!! What a nightmare. This was his first accident in public, though. What a big boy!!!
So, one annoyed Daddy, a pair of little boy boxer briefs in a bathroom stall at the stadium, a $20 trip to Target, and a VERY smelly car later, we were back at the game to enjoy the rest of it. Over all, it was an enjoyable time. :)
Bryan was even a trooper and wore the Padres shirt my parents got him. Don't get me wrong, he sulked the whole way there about it but he wore it just the same. Grace, Carter, and Abby getting ready to go to the game.


Gracie was a little tired toward the end of the game.
Bryan ripped the finger off of Ryan's Padres "#1" hand. This is how Ryan fixed it. :)

Above: Gracie showing her Padre Pride.
Below: Abby would cheer for either team. She'd clap and scream "woohoo!" no matter the play.