Adventures in babysitting

I've had a couple people ask me where Sloane is on our bowling nights. Actually, they asked if we took Sloane with us. Really? No, we don't take our 8 month old to a bowling alley until 9:30. While her parents are scoring strikes, spares, and cheap stuffed toys made in China, Sloane gets to enjoy her weekly date with Mimi and Bobba.

They send us funny texts and photos, they tell us to stay out later, and I'm pretty sure there is some brainwashing going on as Sloane has awoken the last couple of Thursday morning saying "baa baa". Come on Bobba, let's at least get mama down first! I'm not sure who has more fun on our weekly night out, John and I or our babysitters.