A couple weeks ago we celebrated Todd's birthday. First stop, sushi!
Next stop, bowling!
I sort of look like I know what I am doing in these photos but frankly I suck. Every time I go bowling I think I can't possibly get any worse and I do.
Over and over again the ball would be heading for a strike and at the last moment curve right into the gutter.
Thatcher was on fire getting spares and strikes. This was his first time bowling. He loved everything about it especially the shoes.
Thatcher, the 3-year-old, was killing us.
I decided to get lessons from Thatcher with the hope of not coming in last.
The lesson didn't work and the birthday boy just inched out over Thatcher for the win.
My skills were better in the arcade.
The kids turned in all the tickets I won for an inflatable sword (which was popped before we even got home), an inflatable guitar (which was popped shortly after we got home), 2 sparkling rings (that we can't find) and a princess tattoo. Big winners!
Final stop, Yogurtland.
Happy Birthday Hot Toddy!
