We might not be football players
or basketball players
or even soccer players.
But we might just be....
Calvin came home from school with a free kids' bowling pass for the entire summer. We just have to pay for rental shoes...or buy our OWN rental shoes.
Well, I've always dreamed of having bowling shoes, so it was a done deal. Bought these puppies online. Looks like I have my own bowling league.
I think I was more excited about the shoes than the actual bowling.
Getting geared up. I dug around for our old Knucklehead clothing. Twain was giddy with excitement over having a lil bowling outfit.
Before any of my boys stepped foot in the bowling alley, Grandpa Ron had them come over to practice proper form and the correct way to approach the pins with the ball. Grandpa is in a league and wins trophies and stuff.
Finally, at the bowling alley. Tiny bowling shoes. Squee!
Do not cross the foul line, mkay Ollie?
Ollie took the game seriously but did not get overly upset if he missed a pin or 2 or 3...
YES! And score. In all of his twerpy glory.
My older boys are competitive to the point of tears. It's scary.
Grandpa Ron came by before his game to supervise his lil proteges. Twain got to use this special ramp.
Here is one thing about Grandpa Ron that I cherish: He's a helper and fixer and pays close attention to the small things in life. He took Twain's game soooo seriously. And made sure Twain's baby ramp was positioned 'just so'. Who does that??? Nobody! It's precious.
Man. This ramp is serious business.
Twain was kicking the ball with his foot half the time. I'm pretty sure daddy threatened to leave him at home more than once.
But Twainy upped his game and is still on the team.
What to do with this kid??
Seriously I don't know.
No sitting and sweating in the sun worrying about whether or not my boys will drown in a pool.
I just kick back and relax while the boys play 2 games. This is the life I tell ya!
John loves taking them too. We go all the time. So that's my lil summer secret! Do you have any lazy secret tricks?