Bowling.

Earlier this week, Camille, Haley and I decided since our men were working some late hours leaving us alone at night we were going to take the kids bowling one night to go do something fun. So tonight we went to Fat Cats in Provo with all 5 of the kids, Camille and her 2, me and my 2 and Haley and her Sammy.

Sounds fun, right? A good idea? No! Actually maybe on any other night it would have been a good night and maybe this was just the one night all our kids decided to go nuts and misbehave at the same time. For example they 

ran halfway down the bowling lane (you know, where only the ball is allowed)

used the ball ramp as a jungle gym

stuck their heads in the ball chute

stuck their hands in the ball chute 

pushed the balls back down the ball chute the wrong way

got in front of other bowlers

tried to steal balls from other lanes

slipped and fell and cried

fought over drinks and cried

spilled an entire lemonade on themselves (just Max actually) and cried

stole each others candy and cried

bowled out of turn and cried

had to have other adults dragging them away from the their lanes, balls, chutes, drinks

made their mothers want to crawl under their chairs and cry

and all other possible manner of unpleasantness

On the way home, I was thinking of what to title this post, maybe 

When a good idea goes bad

or

Who knew bowling could make you want to get your tubes tied.

Anyway, there were a bunch of young couples bowling by us, and if nothing else I am sure we were the best advertisement for birth control out there.

{Max being a good sport and clapping for other bowlers in between tantrums}

{Sammy and Haley}

{Gavin}

{Ady}

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