Friday night Pat and I took Will and Fin bowling on Hillsborough Street. Will got to go b/c it was a belated birthday gift (sorry Will) so we kept telling him "Happy Birthday" the whole night to make ourselves feel better. Fin got to go as a reward for not fussing when he had to poop. Two very valid reasons to go bowling :o)
Sarah met us out there and it was a fun night. Pretty much you could have just put bowling shoes on Fin and he would have been happy. He danced and slid and break danced his way around that bowling alley, especially when Michael Jackson songs came on. Too funny.
The first launch of the bowling ball.
Celebrating knocking some pins down.
You just ooze coolness when you're at a bowling alley. Didn't you know?
Only my husband can spin a bowling ball on his finger. Or even think of trying that. His talents never cease to amaze and amuse me.
So Fin loooved bowling, until he noticed the arcade games. Three heads are better then one when dealing with those tricksters.
Pat and I snuck a pic while the others were away playing arcade games.
Also, I dedicate this post to the bowling alley employee who will never read this. He was SO nice and cheerful and kind to Fin and in my experiance, bowling alley employees usually hate their lives and go out of their way to be apathetic and rude. It was a refreshing suprise. And let's be honest, in a stale bowling alley, anything refreshing is hard to come by :o)
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