Bowling Fun

Why is my Brownie smiling so sweet?

Well, a birthday party of course. Balloons, cake, bowling, pizza-- a fabulous time had by all.

Here's Peach grabbing her first bowling ball ever. It was fun trying to teach her something she didn't even know existed 10 minutes ago.

You put the ball down on the floor and give it a good push. Then you watch it as it goes down the lane. I wonder if you'll hit any pins?

Brownie grabs her pink ball and decides to give this bowling thing a shot.


One of her balls didn't quite make it to the pins. So we rolled the next one down the lane hoping to get something accomplished. We didn't, but she didn't know any better and I was just happy seeing her have fun.

Bug: But Dad, I need just one more piece of cake. I swear, I'm petite for my age and I need to pack on the pounds. If I shake my hands at you more, will that convince you?

Dad: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Well, then I'll just stand here and think about walking.

Fun was had by all. I think a bowling alley is on the list for this year's birthday parties. I know we will go bowling soon as a family-- I don't think we've been given much choice.

History and laughter

What a day it was! History was made! Hope is renewed. And I DVRd it all because I had my MOPS meeting today. I sat down around 2pm CST to watch this morning's events.

I saw the motorcade leave the White House with first ladies, vice presidents and presidents. That always quiets my soul. I can remember being in D.C. almost three years ago and walking down around the Mall and the various museums when all of a sudden a few black SUVs with police-like lights came down the road I was walking alongside. I stopped in my tracks feeling like I needed to salute them as they passed. It was an awkward feeling thinking that the leader of the free world could be sitting that close to me-- if even for one second. Anyway...

I fast forwarded to Obama taking his seat on the west steps. I saw Feinstein talk, Biden take his oath and Aretha Franklin take the mic. My three-year old is joining me on the couch after her nap and I tell her what she's about to witness.

Yes, I know she's three, so I tried to make it simple and sweet. I explained that this is history-making.

ME: Right now you are watching the 44th president take his oath. The president is the person who is considered the leader of our country. That guy right there (I'm pointing to Obama as he begins swearing in) is promising to defend our country and what we stand for. Isn't it neat to watch this take place?

Peach: Mama, that lady has the same hair cut as Grandma.

I'm dumbfounded-- and for many reasons. First of all, what I was trying to share with my sweet gal totally went in one ear and out the other. Second, Aretha had a huge hat on and you couldn't see her hair. Third, "Grandma" (all her grandmas included) doesn't wear hats ever-- especially one like this! I mean, WHAT!

At least I tried. My other two babies would not appreciate my lesson in the least- they'd forget I was even talking to them mid-sentence. And our unborn child? Well, she'll be born into a world where the unthinkable isn't unthinkable anymore.

God Bless!