Bust 'Em Up Bowling

This past week was cold. Reeeeally, really cold. As you can see, Berry's water bucket was frozen over. And we had to get all bundled up to take Ian to school.

It even snowed once or twice, but only enough to completely distract Ian and make him not want to go inside the school building. But Ian has been counting down all week and wishing for it to be Saturday.
And finally, it was.
Saturday was our friend Tra's (pronounced 'Tray') 9th birthday party. It was the first time that Ian has been bowling and he loved it.


Brian and Girric were there also. Girric is Ian's friend and they love to play and fight with each other.






This is Tra. He's the birthday boy.





The first thing to do was to try and find a ball that Ian could pick up. He and Girric chose these great bright orange ones.




Then they put it in the ball return. Ian wondered why. He was concerned that someone else would use his ball. This is another example of how sharing helps smooth the way in the real world. This is where I stopped taking pictures. Here's why:



While trying to get the kids to sit and arrange turns, one exuberant kid dropped his bowling ball. It bounced, thank God, and then landed on my toe. It really really hurt. So I was relocated to sitting in the corner and entertaining Erin while another grown up stepped in and got the kids playing.


Then the grownups organized a game, which I watched. Turns out my big toe was just bruised, but it had a very vibrant mark on it and still hurts when I put weight on it. No high heels for church this morning.


Anyway, after a while, Ian got tired of shot-putting his ball down the lane (his legs are too short to granny-style it) and asked me for the camera. These are pictures that he took. Too bad Daddy didn't make it into any of them. He was too busy wowing everyone with his bowling prowess. :) I was still sitting in the corner with Erin. Yeehaw.
Oh well. Everyone had a great time. As you can see.