Rosie's trip to the bowling alley

Saturday was a long day for everyone. We had to wake up early to hit the flu shot clinic, then on to Tanya's (Rosie's aunt) Special Olympics bowling tournament.

The flu shot clinic was to run from 8:00 to 12:00, so I figured if we got there at 8:00 we'd be one of the first people there. OK, so I forgot that 90% of the people at that clinic would be over 65. My guess is they all got up at 4:00 am to rush the clinic and wait for it to open. We rolled in at 8:05 and the line was out to the parking lot. As we got in line we noticed that Leo's and my ages combined didn't even come close to the next youngest person in line. By 8:30 people stopped coming. Guess the old folks thought there would be an early bird special on shots.

Leo and I got our shots after waiting nearly an hour in a room that smelled like old people. We fall into a high-priority group because Rosie can't get a shot till she's 6 months old. Our nanny also got the shot.

By the time we were able to head over to Tanya's bowling gig we were already an hour late. We got there and she had already bowled. Bummer. But we did get to visit with her a little bit. Rosie rode around in the new Girasol carrier. I was so worried she'd be exhausted and cranky after missing her morning nap and being toted all over the place. The little sweetheart went right to sleep in the carrier, amidst all the racket of bowling balls, loud P.A. system, and cheering competitors:


When we got home, the family took a nap. We were all so tired.