Bowling

Summer is now skilled in the art of bowling!

Well, the art of trying to bowl, and by trying, I mean trying to push the ball hard enough so that it rolls down the long slippery lane to hit a pin, or two.

And, the art of trying to understand the concept of taking turns. And not crying because it isn't your turn. There wasn't much crying really but there was some that included a bit of whining about it not being her turn.

But still, bowling, looking cute. Especially while wearing that awesome colorful sweater I got off the sales rack at Children's Place for like $3, not to mention it is a size 4T.


Look how cute she is looking back at us while we are praying that her ball makes it all the way down to the end of the lane.


It made it, that time. We only had to push the "help" button once, no wait, we didn't push the "help" button when the ball didn't make it, instead Papa tried to use his ball to knock her ball in during his turn. He missed. The bowling alley guy was prepared to let him try again but we figured it would be better if he would just go down there and knock the ball in for us.


You wouln't think it would be hard to teach someone how to granny bowl, you know standing up and pushing the ball through the legs, but this is a lesson that will have to wait until later because the concept was lost on the age, or the strength, or skill. Luckily the 6 pound ball could and would roll for quite a way.


We still had fun, even if the ball didn't make it all the way down that one time, and even if taking turns was too much to ask of a 2 1/2 year old. The game went quick, Summer enjoyed spending time with us, we enjoyed experiencing something new with her, I got a bunch of cute pictures, I have something interesting to blog about ... life is good.