Curling

What pops into your head when you hear the word curling?

Perhaps curling your hair?

 

(Yes, this is me and I look fan-tas-tic! Having a baby is undoubtedly the best thing I've ever done to my appearance.)

Or curling your lip?

How about curling your toes?

Maybe even curling ribbons?

Wait, you said the sport? Well good for you!! Because that is exactly what I am about to talk about.

Curling is a sport that originated in Scotland, and apparently the Canadians have gone wild with it. And since Michigan is just across a lake from Canada it makes tons of sense that there would be a curling center in my hometown.

So, the day after Thanksgiving, my family and my uncle's family (who was visiting from Idaho) all learned this great sport.

Doesn't that look incredible? Wait until you see my other family members try it!

Unfortunately, Kyle was taping everyone and his wife dropped the ball and never taped him. It really is too bad because Kyle actually looked normal doing it (which would make him abnormal since sliding down ice with 44 pounds of granite in one hand and a sweeper in the other hand is about as weird as I'll get out)! Kyle told me that this curling experience was the best experience of his LIFE.

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Sorry Avery, your birth didn't cut it girl.

But hey, you're in good company, because neither did his marriage to me.

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Maybe things would have turned out differently if I would have remembered to tape him...

Kyle has since informed me there are no curling centers here in Indiana. Perhaps we'll one day invest in this board in attempt to satisfy his new love of the sport.

It's a much warmer version of the game! Plus, Avery didn't participate in the actual curling, so she can learn at home and wow the curlers next time we venture up to Midland!