First Time Golfers.

Their dad golfs. So do their Grandpas, some Aunts, Uncles and even one Great Grandmother. Their mother? Not so much.

Today was a first. On a whim we, as a family, decided to try the majority of our hands (and much of Eric's patience) at golfing.

Sydney and Andrew were both eager to swing some clubs and drive the carts. And it was great! Sydney only managed to run Andrew over with the golf cart once!

Starting with the basics, he showed them both how to tee the ball:

Then he gave some lessons on swinging:

"I did what you said Dad so why is the ball still sitting here?" She eventually got the hang of it and before we knew it, was driving the ball about as far as I could.


Andrew, on the other hand, proved to be a much bigger challenge. He is apparently left handed when it comes to golf as well (who knew). That fact coupled with right handed golf clubs meant that he had a cold chance in hell at hitting a ball. I see a set of left handed little man golf clubs in our near future. His version of the story is that he already knows how to golf and does not need anyone to show him. He just did not want to show us at that time. So he busied himself with washing our golf balls at the beginning of every hole


and steering Eric's golf cart in every direction except the direction he needed to go.

Who knew spending two and a half hours chasing little white balls all over God's creation was going to be sooo much fun.

"The Look".

"The look". We have all pulled "the look" out of our bags at one time or another to use on our husbands, our children or even an annoying salesperson trying to pull the wool over our eyes. I personally have spent a lot of time perfecting "the look" and it was not until I had children that "the look" became an everyday part of my life. An extension of my mind, my hands and my ability to parent from across a crowded room. I was safe in the knowledge that, for at least a few more years, I would be the only one under our roof with the power of "the look". I was mistaken.

During a recent manicure with her Aunt, Sydney was asked if there were any boys in her class that she had a crush on. Her immediate reaction was "NO!" Simple. Straight forward. Instead of using "the look" I simply mentioned the name of a certain someone of the male persuasion that she seems to well, have a crush on. And this is what happened:

First she snorted and laughed that "Oh no you just didn't!" laugh. But then...

She pulled "the look" out of her bag and used it on me! Can we just skip the teenage years?