Bowling, a perfect family night activity. Soccer playing on the tv, beers on the table, and a kid who is over the moon about getting a small icy root beer for herself.
We had been trying to go bowling for months, yes literally months! Tuesday night we finally made it happen. Of course I had to reassure the 10 yr old that she would be in bed at a reasonable hour. A lie as it turns out. At 9:15 with 2 frames left in the second game she informed her parents it was time to wrap this up she had to get home to bed- she had to get up early for gym.
The list of small victories for the day:
For the first time Beach saw the mirages on the hot road. Never before has her vision been good enough for her to see them! (thank you Yellow Car game)
I broke 100 on my first game AND was bowling with a 12lb ball, not a little 8lbs kiddo one! Got stronger wrists? *Multiple small fractures from way-back-when in my wrists had left them weak and troublesome. >oh-yeah, stronger!<
BC, while on the phone playing contractor bowled a strike. Honestly?!
He also bowled a 185 in the second game!
Under the nothing new category: we were still not allowed to talk to or make noises before, during, or after Beach bowled.
Picking up a spare.
And BC breaking the no talking rule.
And BC breaking the no talking rule.
Bowling magnificently while on the phone.
Must have been the monogrammed screen name that gave him his super bowling powers.
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