This afternoon I found myself home alone with the kids once again — not like I don’t do this all week or anything. To save my sanity, I decided to get out of the house and do something fun. I considered the pool, but the story in the local newspaper last night of an almost-drowning incident at our YMCA sort of soured me on the whole idea.
Then in a moment of insanity I asked if the kids if they wanted to go mini-golfing. Well, they jumped all over that.
I wasn’t sure how it would go. My son has been before and knows the rules. What’s more, he LIKES rules. He doesn’t exactly appreciate the bending of the rules. Note the look of intense concentration.
My 6-year-old, on the other hand, has only been mini-golfing once. It was at a friend’s birthday party, and they weren’t exactly following the rule book.
And my 3-year-old had no idea what golfing even was until her brother gave her a quick lesson.
She rapidly hit her frustration point.
She decided to just follow along while the rest of us played. She particularly liked the shady tunnel.
My 6-year-old was enamored with her pink ball and pink club.
It actually went quite well. Nevermind that we spent more time fishing our balls out of the water than actually golfing. There was a father-son duo in front of us who got quite a kick out of our little troop.
I even decided to join in the fun. The Line of the Day goes to my son, who proclaimed when I got a hole in two, “That’s pretty good for a mom!”
Thanks for the vote of confidence, dear.
He took his game quite seriously, but amazingly had a great deal of patience for his flighty sisters.
About halfway through the game, my 3-year-old decided to give it another chance. She wound up doing pretty well.
Of course we rounded out the game with ice cream for all.
We won’t be winning any titles any time soon, but a good time was had by all.
Okay, so I haven’t worn a pair of shorts in at least five years, unless you count the knee-length jeans that I live in all summer long. (No, this post has nothing to do with mini-golfing, but about [...]
Looks like you had a great time! Some really great, smiley sunny pictures too!
The ice cream is the best part!!
Looks like you had a wonderful time!
Wait, are those the same shorts from your last links blog from the fashion blog?
Ha! I was wondering who would be the first to notice! Yeah, I ordered them when I saw that post the first time. LOVE.
Ah. That is so sweet. And thanks for the idea too! We haven’t done that yet all together. God help us all. (But mostly me.) lol
That’s awesome that you took them out for some fun. I don’t know if I’d have the patience. I’m afraid I might leave after like the third hole or something. Now ice cream? I could do that.
Glad you had fun!
I love mini-golf. We go all the time with the kids. Hunter is way more serious than anyone, but he loves golf in general.
It looks like a wonderful day had by all!!
My kids LOOOOVVVEEEE mini-golf. Me? I don’t even bother keeping score because my husband is a golfer and takes it way too seriously.
You look like you guys had fun though. Oh, to have girls!
Oh – good idea! I need to start making a list of all these activities (cheaper) to do with my boys, my mind is always blank when I need creative ideas the most!
Sounds like fun! I am down here pigging out on peach cobbler and picnic food. I feel like a little piggy.
Tell everyone HI!
JL-
I had to laugh at that picture of R puddled on the green. That is EXACTLY what Adelaide does when she’s unhappy about something. Two peas in a pod, I tell you. (Think it’s the 3rd child thing?)
I love those dresses on your girls!
Megan, thanks! They love dresses. And I love that they love dresses.
Such a fun mom you are! We enjoy a good game of mini golf too and nothing beats the ice cream at the end. I see you got your new shorts…they look awesome!!
This is so neat. I think D is turning out to be a mini daddy. Good little teacher
Look at you, you stylish/casual lady! I love how you make casual look stylish still.
Nell
Love the jean shorts….where did you find them?
They are Joes. I got them at Nordstrom.