Lauren had her first bowling experience yesterday. It was a cloudy, cool day, and Uncle Brian was in town, so we turned it into a family adventure. Note: Sunday afternoon around 3 p.m. is a very good time to go bowling here. Pretty much had the entire alley to ourselves so we could whoop it up to our hearts' content. And we did.
Players' names were entered into the computerized scoring system (monikers by Daddy).
First up was our littlest bowler, who took a moment to size up the cornucopia of ball choices.
Then contemplated the daunting prospect of pushing a 6-pound ball down a very long lane.
Good thing for lane bumpers and ball ramps. Not to mention having Pop-Pop Mark there to lend a hand.
As her first ball moseyed (sp?) its way down (and I mean mosey in the slowest sense of the word), she waited with breathless anticipation.
She was equally excited to watch Uncle Brian strut his stuff.
Not to mention Pop-Pop.
Daddy.
And the master bowler herself, Nana.
Before the game was over, Lauren and Nana busted a move to the Top 40 tunes blaring through the bowling alley stereo system.
Then she strutted back up to the line with Daddy for a final turn.
Which, as fate would have it, of course, ended with a strike.
That's our girl.
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