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It wasn't exactly perfect weather, so we lounged inside and waited for the fireworks.
Watching fireworks from Queen Anne... Grant was sleeping, of course.
It was seriously an incredible show...
But Clayton managed to fall asleep- 11pm is really late for a 3 year old.
I'm quite sure Grant was the youngest one at the game last week. People kept asking, "How old is your baby?" I saw a few of them get on their phones to call CPS. Does that make us bad parents... taking him out so young? He enjoyed the noise (slept right through it) and loved the peanuts and cracker jacks we fed him!
The people all around us probably got annoyed every time we stood up to take pictures, but it's not like the Mariners were doing anything exciting. That's not my sister standing with us; she's my mom and she has 12 grandchildren!

The distinguished guest in the 8th row gives his critique of the game...