Bowling

So today, we went and had a family picture taken of us all, the lady was running a little late so after an hour and starving boys we had our pictures taken. Samuel, Mr. Photogenic now, was constantly smiling really big with his chin high in the air. Andy on the other hand thought if he covered his eyes he would not have to take a picture, so he kept putting his hands up over his face. Almost reminds me of myself when I had to get pictures taken but I do not think I ever covered my face.

Later that day for being so "good" in Mommy's opinion, we went bowling. It was close to their nap time but we thought we could get in 2 games before the fussing, crying, and whining got too bad but I think we over estimated the physical and emotional strain that picture taking has on someone. Anyway, Samuel needed to go pee so after he bowled, mommy took him to the restroom while Andy bowled. Joking with her I said they would be back before Andy bowled one frame and sure enough, Andy rolled the ball and it stopped just about 5 feet away from the pens. I managed to roll a second ball and push his down just to get the second ball to hit the sweeper and then get stuck on the lane. It ended up that there was a guy right there who came and got my ball for me as Mommy and Samuel was walking back up.

Asher had woken up by this time and he actually helped me roll the second ball down there. :o) Though he did not get to play any, he did cheer on the boys as they bowled their speed balls at 2.67 and the record speed was 0.98 MPH by Andy. They had recently installed things to record your speed.

Andy ended with his best score being 76, and Samuel 93 with 2 Spares. They managed to both beat me on the first game and almost on the second. Mommy on the other hand did not show any mercy for anyone. She politely informed me that being an Eagle Scout was a prerequisite for marriage but also being a decent bowler (above my original 68 on the first round) she just expected. I guess that is why you best check all the boxes before you settle with someone. :o)

The lady at the front desk saw that Samuel was using a 7 pound ball so she brought him out a cool camo green 6 pounder. Mommy used it once and Samuel (very tired) started to cry because Mommy just threw his new ball, but then was so excited when the "machine made him a new size 6 ball" just for him. After a while I finally understood his thinking, and I tried to explain that the machine pulls the balls back after using them and does not create new ones but he, like his Mommy, was set in his way and I had no chance at changing his thinking.

By frame 6 of the second game both Samuel and Andy were tired and very fussy, but it was worth it. Samuel was not so much fussy as tired and cry when his ball disappeared and it took a while for the machine to make a new one. I guess when you get tired things start getting emotional.

Anyway, they love bowling and I think they will be better than me after a few more games.