Ballin'

My youngest sister has recently gotten very much into bowling. Hooligans had never been so we decided it would be fun to try. Giving my children hard, extremely heavy objects to throw around seems like a good idea to all of you, no? Tizzy couldn't figure out quite what it was called, so just went with "ballin'", which she also deemed herself very good at before she'd even tried.

We signed up for the kids bowl free program (www.kidsbowlfree.com) cuz, um, FREE, (you just pay shoe rental) and you can't really beat entertaining 2 kids for 2 hours for $3. (Tizzy was too small for any of the shoes...so they didn't charge us for her.) Good thing, cuz if she was a paying customer they might have asked her to leave.

Merrick did pretty well. He kind of had a sideways fling-type approach to the game. And he also liked to help out fellow ballers by balling for them when they least expected it. He's like the little bowling fairy...leaving gifts of gutter balls to deserving patrons. He's so sweet.

Tizzy, my little princess with claws, decided that kicking the solid 6 pound bowling ball was the best way to get 'er done. The first go round of kicking led to tears because she stubbed her toe. The rest of the kicks were most likely to make the bowling ball pay for daring to stub her toe. Further evidenced by the fact she didn't ever bother to stick around to see what happened AFTER she kicked the ball down the lane.

Stubbed toes and stolen turns aside I think they loved it. They have requested to go ballin' again in the near future. And since it adds some variety to all our pool-related activities I say why not?

The first shot is for Tones on Tuesday, Communal Global, Sweet Shot, and Happiness Project