Three is a Magic Number, Yes it is, it's a Magic Number

We celebrated Karlyle's 3rd birthday last Saturday at the bowling alley on base (insert bowling on Bolling joke here). We had it decked our in all Disney Princess stuff (hats, cake, streamers, etc., etc., - the boys at the party just loved it).

The little girls bowling was priceless. I would hold the ball on the metal-ramp-thing and K got to where she would just run up to it, throw a little elbow into the ball to start it down the ramp, and then would run off in the other direction. Total time for her to take her turn - roughly .235 seconds. Apparently, the score does not matter yet.


The Princess Cake.


The Birthday Girl and Her Mommy.


The Birthday Sister Striking A Pose.


The Party Scene.


K and Her Poppa.


Maria and Little Man Nate (who is bigger than she is).


The Birthday Girl.


K and her friend Nala. They go to preschool together.


K and her Mommy lighting the candles.


Happy Birthday To You...Happy Birthday To You.


She got all the candles on the 1st try.


Cake.


Mess.


In case you were wondering, yes, he did get a strike. He also beat me both games. 4 strikes in a row will do that to you.


Busy with presents.


The following morning, the leftover balloons really liked K's hair.


I mean REALLY liked her hair.