We never thought we would ever become "those parents." You know the kind... the ones that drive their children to success in sports or music or pageants to the exclusion of all normal activities and family sanity.
We've never even been tempted... until now. Now that we've discovered that Eleanor is gifted. That's right, our baby girl has a gift. Eleanor was born... to bowl!
Even though Eleanor can't even lift the 6 lb bowling ball, she some how managed to shove it straight down the lane for several successive spares and a first time score of 97. It would have been over 100, but she gave up for the last couple frames when her teething gel started wearing off.
We thought about enrolling her in a bowling league, but evidently those don't exist for the under 5 crowd. It's age discrimination, but what can we do?
She'll have to practice throwing balls and knocking things over at home. And, judging by the complete lack of mercy Eleanor shows any block tower in our living room - those pins don't stand a chance once she finally makes it into the thumper bumper bowling league.
We earned our family bowling party by making good choices all week. Melinda, in an effort to hear less complaining about bath time, taught a lesson about choices and consequences. For example, if you don't take a bath, you get all dirty and gross.
Everyone was encourage to make good choices all week to earn a family bowling party. It didn't work quite as well as we hoped. That "good feeling" we get by doing the right thing was a concept lost on a sticker obsessed three year old. And, Eleanor kept pealing the stickers off the chart to wear on her shirt. Nevertheless, we earned our family party.
And, here are a few pictures just for fun. Melinda came down from getting dressed one morning to find a Daddy/Daughter princess party in full swing. No wonder these girls adore their Dad.
We've never even been tempted... until now. Now that we've discovered that Eleanor is gifted. That's right, our baby girl has a gift. Eleanor was born... to bowl!
Bowl you over with my cuteness!
Even though Eleanor can't even lift the 6 lb bowling ball, she some how managed to shove it straight down the lane for several successive spares and a first time score of 97. It would have been over 100, but she gave up for the last couple frames when her teething gel started wearing off.
NCAA Bowling Scholarships Await!
(Do those exist? We hope so.)
(Do those exist? We hope so.)
Dad may have helped, just a little.
We thought about enrolling her in a bowling league, but evidently those don't exist for the under 5 crowd. It's age discrimination, but what can we do?
She'll have to practice throwing balls and knocking things over at home. And, judging by the complete lack of mercy Eleanor shows any block tower in our living room - those pins don't stand a chance once she finally makes it into the thumper bumper bowling league.
We earned our family bowling party by making good choices all week. Melinda, in an effort to hear less complaining about bath time, taught a lesson about choices and consequences. For example, if you don't take a bath, you get all dirty and gross.
Everyone was encourage to make good choices all week to earn a family bowling party. It didn't work quite as well as we hoped. That "good feeling" we get by doing the right thing was a concept lost on a sticker obsessed three year old. And, Eleanor kept pealing the stickers off the chart to wear on her shirt. Nevertheless, we earned our family party.
The kids got high marks for being
"helpers" and "cleaning up toys."
Adelaide still objects to washing her hair.
So strong!
And, here are a few pictures just for fun. Melinda came down from getting dressed one morning to find a Daddy/Daughter princess party in full swing. No wonder these girls adore their Dad.
Adelaide to Dad: What do princesses do?
Dad: Umm... they have tea parties.
More tea, Princess Eleanor?
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