After spending SIX DAYS with the Kristi and Patrick, we were having withdrawals Sometimes we're like teenage girls (yes, even the guys). I can hear my mom, "you just spent six days together, what possibly could you have to talk about now?".
So, we went bowling, with the boys.
We took note very early on, bowling with the boys is no where near the same as hanging on the beach in Mexico, kid free. In case you were wondering.
It took some time for our lane to become available. Coincidental, there was an arcade. Those bowling alley peeps are smart people.
Then, they called our lane.
(Que antique photo lighting. Required in bowling photos, even if there are neon lights)
(Que Saturday Night Fever Music)
(I don't recall if there is bowling in Saturday Night Fever, but looking at this photo I expect Kellan to bust out the John Travolta strut at any moment.)
Owen was like an old pro. He learned to bowl while we were in Mexico and he sailed the balls down the lane like he had been doing it for seven days.
Oliver wasn't going to let seven days of lead time detour him. He placed his fingers appropriately and chucked it down the lane.
Then he watched it roll and roll and roll.
It is no surprise that Kellan was a "by-self" bowler.
Whoop Whoop and the pins fall DOWN!
Look at that form.
We waited.... Kellan never dropped the ball on his foot or anyone else's.
He eventually decided that he liked to watch the ball roll down the ramp.
However, he had to put it on the ramp "by-self".
That's right Peeps, #1.
Take note of the Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!
(Fortunately, Oliver and Owen tied. That could have made for an interesting afternoon if they hadn't)
Honey, we're not in Mexico anymore.
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