No Hot Water Here

Last night, after unsuccessfully trying to sell our tickets, we opted to change plans and attend the game - a little last minute. It ended up being a wonderful evening for baseball and the Twins (winning 4 to 3). Brianna came with us and did pretty well. She is much older than when we last went to a game together, so she was over stimulated and couldn't help shifting each second to get a better view of... everything. Thankfully, near the end of the game, she focused on 3 women sitting behind us and sat still for a little bit. It was well past her bedtime, but she did well at not fussing.

OK... down to the issue at hand. I have been, so far, very impressed with Target Field and its consideration for nursing mothers, as compared to other stadiums we've been to with Brianna. However, yesterday I was less than impressed when there was no hot water to be found to make a small bottle - my sweet Brianna likes her bottle (really) warm. I might have been able to find a handicap sink somewhere that would have gotten hot enough (not even the family restrooms had dual facets), but instead I tried asking staff where I might find some. It was suggested I try the First Aid room. That sounded good, so off I went. They tried to help, but their facets were not warming up at all. First aid you're questioning, yeah, no hot water... you'd think they would be in some if they didn't have any...   Anyway, then I tried asking a few food stands and finally found a mother of four that was willing to help a girl out. [Thank you lady at the food stand for helping and Tony, also at the food stand, who was so enamored with Brianna that he kept us company while we waited.] Her water didn't get very hot either, but she gave it a go and did pretty well. I'm into saving water and the earth's resources but I have a steadily decreasing like for the push facets where all you get is cold water to wash your hands, or in my case, make a bottle. (soap box dismounted)


On a much higher note  - Things you would never see if baseball were still at the Dome:  With the lights of the stadium brings bugs, moths, and BIG moths. Last night, a BIG moth was flying around and a hawk swooped down, grabbed the moth, and flew a victory lap around the bases (a few feet above the players). The section we sat in were not watching the game at that point but watching the bird show off his dinner. I even saw him devour it right in front of us before retiring back to his dugout!