11-Eleven

It is amazing that simple things like balloons can still make a birthday morning all that much funner and brighter.

Eleven years old and still very much a kids.
That's a good thing.
Growing up is eventual.
Being a kid is a gift.

Where smart phones, texting, tweeting are becoming commonplace.  Is it the norm? It's a choice.

Bowling for fun.  It's back in again.  And was great for us parents.  The kids are old enough that you don't have to do a single thing.  They can get their own shoes.  If it didn't fit then they went and asked for another size themselves, just point them to the desk. I didn't even have to enter in their names on to the screen.  They set it all up for themselves.

For the first time all I did was sit back and take photos and enjoy watching them have fun.

The group was smallish. Which is great.  It wasn't the sometimes it seemed like the entire class plus parents and siblings.  It was a close knit group of buddies and the 1 token girl.  Who is a school mate and a neighbour.  Tresa planned it for right after school so we trucked the kids in 2 cars +1 and they were done by dinner time.
Very little food prep, no mess, no worries, ALL fun.  1 VISA.
It may have been full of GMO, but it was the easiest birthday party we've ever had.


It was even easy to get the ice cream cake.  As this place is right next to DQ! I wish i had a photo of the kids fighting to take off a candle to lick the ice cream off of them. HA!

Bowling for turkeys