On Sunday it was Father's Day, and the Mets were playing the Cardinals, so we all hopped in the car and made the roughly 1h drive to Citifield for the big game. Unfortunately the Cardinals won (which pleased everyone else no end, and Bluet in particular really got into it. Aside from the result, a good time was had by all; - although to be fair this was not the ideal location for Wilder who doesn't really like to sit down in one place and watch a whole game - I am sure this will come; for now this was his first baseball game, and he did enjoy clapping along every time with the sound of the crowd. At the end of the game the kids got to queue up outside then re-enter the ballpark at field level, and come out onto the field and run the bases, just like real players. Luckily for me children too small to run by themselves could be carried by their parent, so I got to run the bases carrying Wilder - he was excited to see Mr Met on the way around, but when I put him down to run to home plate he was more interested in sitting and playing in the dirt so I had to pick him up and run the rest of the way home.
