The day after Christmas, we went to a bowling alley with family. It was the first time Lily had been ever, and I can't even remember the last time Matt and I went. I used to be halfway decent, but I did horrible. Mandy (my pregnant sister) and I blamed it on our centers of gravity being thrown off. We had a lot of fun anyway. (Thanks for the great activity, Dad and Nancy!)
The ball was about 8 pounds. If course, she had to do it herself. (Don't you love the shoes?)
I was trying not to be grossed out by the thumb in the mouth after the thumb being in the bowling ball.
Bowl, pregnant lady, bowl!
Angie, can't you keep the pizza in your mouth?
We're having a great time!