If I'm being honest, the events that led up to this perfect, "evening in the front yard with delicious smelling babes and a golf teaching daddy" were anything but. At lunch, unbeknownst to his mama, Ace Face had snuck his tray into the oven because he didn't want to finish his strawberries. The afternoon progressed and in the chaotic moments before dinner I turned on the oven to preheat (everyone knows the best bakers religiously preheat) before racing across the street to collect the big littles from soccer practice with Ace in tow. When we came inside we were met with the scent of melted plastic and its accompanying carcinogens. We put it in reverse and bolted out the doors and there we stayed to enjoy the fresh air and a pizza while things inside aired out.
Cue, the perfect time to try out Dax's new clubs and foam balls.
Ryno has told me numerous times how thrilled he is to have his own little foursome for the golf course. I am only slightly jealous because almost nothing makes me happier than seeing all my boys enjoying something together. It's magical.
They are so lucky to have each other and a good Daddy-o.
And we were feeling lucky to have our very own front yard driving range complete with the surround sound of birds and crickets and air temperatures so perfect you couldn't even feel it on your skin.
It all made for a pretty gorgeous night... Smoke plumes and all. :)
It all made for a pretty gorgeous night... Smoke plumes and all. :)
1 comment:
Awwwww! Just watch out. My brother once broke a window after he lost all of his "practice" balls and started using the real thing. Keep those suckers under lock and key.
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