Calvin pretty much hit pay dirt over the weekend. He enjoyed 2 days of spoilage provided by Gramma Linda, got to go bowling for the first time on Sunday, and then the coup de grace? His swim lessons were cancelled due to the holiday weekend. Let''s recap:
1) Gramma Linda,
2) Unabashed bowling,
3) Head staying above water all weekend.
I believe in little boy terms, this is what we call WICKED COOL.
He returned from Gramma''s house thoroughly covered in mosquito bites, despite being marinated in OFF! bug spray. What can I say? I guess the mosquitos love to snack on Calvin''s cheekies just as much as we do. So I''ve been on Itch Patrol the past couple days, putting forth my best effort to keep Calvin from systematically scratching off all his skin.
On Sunday we took him bowling for the first time. For one, he''s been bugging us regularly to go bowling, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHEN ARE WE GOING BOWLING?, because we pass the bowling alley every Sunday on our way home from swim lessons, and two, Mama needed to shoot an assignment for her class that involved bowling.
So off we went to our local bowling alley, and despite slipping Calvin sasquatch-strength tranquilizers, he still had to be pried off the doors of the bowling alley in his excitement. And we hadn’t even gotten to the part where we put on shoes that have been on no fewer than 5300 pairs of feet in the past year yet.
Side note: did you know that bowling shoes in size 11 little boys’ feet are actually cuter than puppies and kittens? They totally are.
We picked out the lightest bowling ball they had and set up shop at lane 26, complete with bumpers to keep every frame from being a gutter frame, because gutter frame = one pissed off little boy = 2 tired parents = end of the world.
I tried showing Calvin how to use his fingers to hold and throw the bowling ball, but his mind was already long gone, thinking about the fact that he was actually being allowed to throw large balls with the intent of knocking things down and not getting sent to his room for it.
So Joep & I sat back and waited to see how he’d do. Surprisingly, he did fairly well, considering it was his first time. He only managed to launch the ball down the wrong lane once (I’m totally serious) and we didn’t even get kicked out or anything.
When we left 3 games later, he was in such a good mood, he didn’t even mind that he was now on his way to his weekly torture session. And then, AND THEN!, we got to the pool only to learn that there were no swim lessons due to the holiday weekend. I think Calvin’s head exploded right there from all the awesomeness.
And thus ended the greatest weekend of Calvin’s life. Until he turns 16 and gets his license and the urge to do all sorts of illegal things. Can’t wait!