1959 bowling alley

In our neck of the woods there's a country club and it's getting torn down in just a few weeks to make room for a new one. I'm so sentimental it's hard for me to see the change. But the funny thing is, I haven't spent all that much time at the club. A few wedding receptions plus running and driving by it is really all the exposure I've had to the place. But still my heart is sad to see the old go. I don't know what it is: dislike of change, liking the history of old things, realizing I'm getting older.  

Imagine my excitement when we were invited as a youth group to bowl in the small bowling alley in the basement of the country club tonight. It was the last night you could bowl at the place and we had all six lanes to ourselves. Plus, they aren't rebuilding the alley, so this was the last night you could bowl at the country club forever! I couldn't get enough!  I love a good game of 10 frames. The place was built in 1959 but is as pristine as ever (well, as pristine as a bowling alley can be). And we had to keep our own score with wax pencils and everything. No neon lights or pixelated scoring screens with cheesy graphics (admittedly those screens are enjoyed by my kids). I was loving it.  

We had a great time. I'm sad to see it go but so happy we got to use it on its last night of use. 

Marble machine and hours spent together

These boys

The other day we went to Target. My kidlets love Target, as do I. They specifically love the red orbs and circles at the front of the store. This particular visit, Oliver requested that we take a photo of him with the Target decor to put on a birthday card for Ansel (the kid's two now!!). This is the stance he came up with. I was loving it. Where does he come up with this stuff?

Ansel had to get in on the action too. He has yet to learn the put-hand-up-to-chin stance, but all in due time. Look at that smile!

Gotta love kids' creativity and sense of fun.  Reminds me of the many hours I spent playing in, around, and under the clothing racks with my siblings at the department store.