Sunday our friends invited us to go bowling, which we'd been wanting to do with Ingrid for some time. We got a couple pitchers of beer, the kids ran around while we waited for our lane to open up, and we reminisced about the days of yore when bowling alleys were smoke filled. (Ahh, the good ol' days.)
They had shoes in Ingrid's size, it was pretty cute.
She had such a good time trying to roll the ball. Otis had a harder time but he seemed to like it, too. He just didn't want any help, and at one point his ball stopped mid-lane and we had to have the guy run down the alley and get it for us. Ha!
zAnd in underwear news, we got some for Otis today. He won't wear them, but we have them for when I decide to start. I know you're supposed to wait for them to want to but I swear to god, Otis knows how to go on the potty, he just doesn't feel like it...So the underwear got played with today. Many stuffed animals got to wear undies today.
I guess I should just think of in two years when he's totally potty trained and I can't even remember this time of having to work at it. Right?