This weekend was an “Ethan-weekend”, like most of our weekends. It’s so much fun to take him out now that he can participate and appreciate a lot of the places we take him to, instead of just admiring from the stroller.
We took him to a place called Camelot (Ethan called it “the castle”) to play miniature golf -- or as Mike calls it, “putt-putt” -- for the first time.
Ethan’s not a stranger to golf. In fact, we took him to his first golf course at 5 months in muggy West Virginia.
We took him to a place called Camelot (Ethan called it “the castle”) to play miniature golf -- or as Mike calls it, “putt-putt” -- for the first time.
Ethan’s not a stranger to golf. In fact, we took him to his first golf course at 5 months in muggy West Virginia.
But it was fun watching Ethan try to handle the club like a hockey stick, and it was great to see him celebrate with a “Yes!” when he sank his putts in.
There was a part, where Ethan got a little frustrated with the windmill door… after trying to swing uphill about 15 times, he finally went up to the door, watched it intensely like he was plotting an attack, peeped into the house for the few seconds it stayed open and then knocked twice (as if a nice little leprechaun’s going to answer and Ethan would ask him to please keep it open so he could hit his ball into the windmill). Of course, no one answered…. so Ethan did what any problem-solving 3-year old would do…. he tried to pry it open!
He was disappointed to end the game after 9 holes, but it was so hot my poor boys were easily turning to a crisp so we just spent the rest of the afternoon indoors playing in the arcade.
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for the record, i call it putt putt too!
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