My Minnesota sister-in-law and her adorable family were in town this past week. They drove, yes drove!, all the way from Minnesota to little old California just to see us. Well, not just us, but we can pretend. We did some pretty awesome stuff while they were here one of which was Quinn’s first bowling adventure.
There’s just something about firsts that makes a mommy all proud, and a little sad all at the same time. First smiles, first steps, first words… and now first bowling adventures? When did my baby boy get big enough to have bowling adventures, I ask you. On a side note, Q has officially ‘outgrown’ the throw a tantrum whenever we leave anywhere – complete with much thrashing, hitting and occasional biting – phase. It could not have come at a better time, seeing as I can literally not wrangle him right now. Do I dare say out loud that I think the worst is behind us…? We shall see.
But, we were talking about bowling… with perfectly kid heavy six pound bowling bowls and a super patient Dad who helped him with every single frame. And there was even a super sassy pink Dino ramp to help our little bowler get that ball a’ rolling. It was magical. Almost as magical as Disneyland. Yes, Eric, that just happened. I compared bowling to that magical 3,702,600 square feet kingdom of exhaustion mixed with pure awesomeness.
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