Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Last Christmas, cool Uncle Tadd made arrangements for the coolest gift ever. On Christmas Day, Jack couldn't believe his little eyes. A big-boy, real set of golf clubs. He would stroll around the house with the clubs on his back, mumbling about birdies and bogies. Unfortunately, there was 2-3 feet of snow outside and it's hard to find a white ball in the white snow.
Now that the snow has melted, golf is in full force. There will be days that Jack golfs in the backyard all day. He only stops for lunch and bathroom breaks and occasionally doesn't even make it in time for that. Sometimes, I take Jack and his clubs to the park for a change of golf scene. While he is out talking to his imaginary golf friends, I push Van in the swing. That little thing loves the swings- for like 45 minutes at a time. Am I going to be arrested by the mom police for forgetting to put sunscreen on him one time?
Often, Jack's Saturdays are spent with his dad at the golf course. Luckily, we live next to one, so after the front 9, I can come over and pick him up. Apparently, his golf etiquette disintegrates after 9 holes.