Bowling isn’t the slumming event that it used to be in my college days – back when you could only display three letters of your name in the computer, thereby drawing out Viv, my sassy, gum chewing, bad ass alter ego. I’ve never been to such a high tech bowling alley as ACME Bowl. We took the kids there Saturday for some good, airconditioned fun, and we had a blast. The scoring is completely computerized, and every time Ruthie’s turn came up the gutter bumpers automatically popped up from in the floor! The hardest part was trying to keep Ruthie and Thomas both from chasing the ball down the lane – something we were not always successful at. Oops!
We also went to Target to buy me a yoga mat, and came out with a new bicycle for Ruthie. Weâ€™ve talked about getting her one for awhile, and yesterday just seemed like a good day. Sheâ€™s so stuck in a rut with her boring three wheeled life that she kept calling it her new tricycle. Poor kid doesnâ€™t even know how cool she is.
We walked to the park and she rode most of the way by herself. As I walked behind her, I couldnâ€™t help noticing the muscles in her calves flexing and her long legs stretching to reach the pedals and the fact that sheâ€™s even OLD enough to ride a bicycle. She starts preschool tomorrow, and so far Iâ€™ve been in denial. Iâ€™m so screwed.