Alessia, Sophia, and I discussed birthday party plans last night after we returned home from dinner and decided a bowling party would satisfy everyone’s requirements. The triplets didn’t have anything specific they wanted to do, but Less wanted a place that was big enough for them to be independent yet small enough for us to keep an eye on them. Sophia just wanted everyone to have a good time. With all of that in mind, we settled on bowling. When we arrived, I thought it would be a good idea for us to take a family photo. We’d never done that before, and I wanted to capture the kids before they aged up. The picture came out nice, but I had to laugh and shake my head at the kids because the teenage energy was very strong. I’d been seeing hints of it with Desi over the last couple of days, but with all the kids together, it’s undeniable we don’t have babies anymore. Too cool boys and sassy little girls stared back at me, making me very proud yet terrified.
I was glad to see the place was not too busy, but knew that would change as the day went on. The ladies got everyone set up on our lanes while I checked out the party room to make sure everything was in order. The staff did a great job making the space look festive for us. With that off my mind, I went downstairs to join everyone in the games. Alessia filled me in on the arrangement. We had two lanes, and the kids insisted on a battle between them vs. parents.
“Do they really think they can beat us?” she asked.
“I don’t think it matters who wins,” I said. “As long as we have fun.”
“Bump that! I want to win!”
First up was me vs. Desi. She had a little trouble with the ball, so I went ahead and took my turn while Less helped her.
Maybe the kids were onto something because I didn’t do well at all. Did they know none of us had done this before? They say the first frame is always the worst, so let’s hope my game improves throughout the afternoon. What I want to know is why my wife laughed at me. Hmph.
Desi waited until my turn ended to play. She tossed the ball down the lane granny-style and hit about half of the pins! She was so proud of herself, and so was I.
With the kids distracted, Less took her turn.
To be honest, she did very well. So far, she had the highest score, but those two pins taunted her. To be fair, that was the most annoying thing that could happen in bowling, heh.
The kids finally sorted themselves out and looked ready to play. Breanna stepped up to the lane, aiming to annihilate her mother.
“These kids are going to murder us, aren’t they,” I said, sliding behind Less.
She laughed.
“It’s looking that way.”
