Bowling in Snoqualmie
Berkeley, Eliana, and I went bowling tonight (after they made a
mess
with the milk, I figured that I'd get more done on Berkeley's
birthday party after they were in bed). I've found that the local
bowling alleys in the area are not very family friendly. The alley in
Bellevue is pretty much booked with league play; the Kirkland bowling
alley forbids bowling for kids under the age of 5. So we headed up to
Snoqualmie to play at the little six-lane family-owned alley.
The Snoqualmie bowling alley is lightly trafficked, even on weekend
nights. We were able to get a lane immediately, even at 7pm on a
Friday night. They have a little ramp that can be pushed up to the
head of the lane. Berkeley can hoist his 7-lb ball to the top of it
and then push it down the ramp; giving the ball enough velocity to
knock pins over, but not enough velocity to trigger the clearing
mechanism.
So, I taught Berkeley to "push the white button" when his ball didn't
come back. Before I knew it, he was quite adept at the routine. Get
ball, put ball on ramp, push ball, wait to see if ball returns, hit
button, get ball... repeat. Eliana would interrupt the routine from
time to time to put her 6-lb ball on the ramp. But she was more
interested in wandering around the bowling alley (thus my interest in
getting Berkeley to self-govern).
After we (well, Berkeley) bowled for an hour, we came back home. It
was nice to get out with the kids after having been gone for a few
days.
"And Ana"
I was preparing some of the food for Berkeley's birthday party tonight
while the kids were watching a video (Kristy was at a Young Ladies
retreat for church). I had given Ana some milk (in a sippie cup) while
she was at the kitchen table peering over the sofa watching the movie.
But I was busy and hadn't noticed she had sauntered into the family
room with her milk. You can probably guess what happened.
Well, I glanced up while preparing my potato salad (recipe will follow)
and noticed Berkeley was shaking the sippie cup upside down getting milk
on the carpet and on the ottoman.
"Berkeley! No, no, no, no." I gasped as I ran over to the family room.
I arrived at the scene of the crime, there was a pretty good amount of
milk on the carpet and on the ottoman.
"Berkeley, you know better than this... don't turn sippie cups upside
down and make messes. Go take a time out." I said.
"And Ana. Ana made mess too.", Berkeley responded.
And so it begins... fingering the other sibling. Heh.
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