::bowling at byu::

The other night I realized that not only had Sandy never been bowling, but he didn't even know what bowling was.  We were in the midst of a big mountain thunderstorm and poor Sandy had already been put to bed.  He was lying in bed all sad and scared and Kris and I were taking turns trying to comfort him and settle him down.  I tried to have him imagine the clouds bowling and the thunder was the pins falling down but he had no idea what I was talking about.

We actually don't have a bowling alley in Santa Fe at all.  There's one about 30 min north, and I'm sure there are plenty in ABQ but we have none here.  So when Kris and I talked about running up to the BYU bookstore while we were in UT for the game, I thought how fun it would be to take the kids to the BYU Games Center to bowl on the same trip.

The games center was a little smaller and older than I remembered, but isn't everything like that when it exists in memory for many years?  We had Parker with us for the afternoon, and Kris had put the boys to work at Mom & Dad's house picking up dog poop so they could earn money for the video games.  They were pretty excited about that, and kept trying to go and play games in between turns.


Sandy was excited but also nervous, which is pretty much how he always deals with new things.  You can see Max down below immediately taking advantage of the bumpers.  But I can't be too rude about that.  I may have ended up bouncing off the bumpers just about every single turn myself.



We had everybody playing, so getting shoes on and balls selected and names put in the computer took a long time, and by the time we actually got playing we only had about 30 minutes before we had to leave to get ready for Charlotte's birthday party.  Grandpa had to go home and cook for us all.



Lucy enjoyed being handed around between some of her favorite people.  She always looks really confused when she gets tangled up in Grandpa's beard though.  It's pretty funny.



I love Sandy's sympathy position here.  He's a pretty intense guy.



So cute.




We only played about half the game, but that was really all we needed.  Now Sandy will know what I'm talking about next time he's scared of thunder, and the kids all got to see the place I got kicked out of back when I was fourteen because my shorts were too short.  Family history right there.