
Today is Rhett's actual birthday so we spent it at what Jason and I like to call our "happy place"...the Astros game. Rhett is at the perfect age where he is starting to get it and he loves Lance Berkman, who he calls LB. We specifically bought seats where we knew we would have the best chance to catch a homerun ball and we almost had a Craig Biggio ball, but it bounced out of my hands and into the ladies hands behind us. We were pretty bummed so some ladies in our section went and told the park patrol that is was Rhett's birthday so they came and sang to him and gave him his own ball. He really loved the balloons they gave him the best. He was too cute every time LB would go up to bat Rhett would stand up with his glove on and yell, "hit it to me LB". Someday I'm sure Rhett will get a ball from LB, but today wasn't that day.



































