Great, yet another reason to think Dad's cooler....

Both my kids have a new bug. Another reason to idolize Dad. Another expensive sport. A new hobby to leave Momma at home...(hey, that's not a bad idea....). Let me spell it out for you.... G.O.L.F.

For years, Matt tried to get me to ply this snoozer of a sport with him. Let me tell ya, I was horrible. Losing-balls-all-over-the-place and when-are-we-through horrible. I think I had a few lessons and actually made it through 9 holes once before giving up. I mean who wants to give up 5 hours on a Saturday to chase a little white ball around?? Apparently, my kids now do.

Brody attended Golf Camp last week. For years he has told us that his favorite sport is golf. Now, the kid has never played it in his life, but he knew his Daddy loved the sport, so that was going to be his favorite sport too. So when we offered the camp to him, he jumped on it. He really enjoyed learning to putt, chip, and drive those insane little balls. And on Friday, he and Matt participated in a scramble.

And you know I was right there, armed with the camera to catch all those adorable father/son shots. Picture the crazy momma with the baby on my chest in the Baby Bjorn (what would I do without this thing?), driving around a really nice golf course in one of those fun golf carts. I stuck out like a sore thumb, but the instructors said they wanted the scramble to be a "family event". Huh, they didn't know what they were allowing me to do...

Look at my little guy at the driving range with his Daddy. Love it.

And here's Daddy helping him with his swing. Love it some more.

Aw, aren't they just 2 peas in a pod?

Brody was really excited for Matt to hit it in the sand trap. That meant he got to "rake" the sand. Yipee.

Attempting to putt. Not bad for your first try buddy.

Quite honestly, he was most excited to ride in the cart "thingy". Shhh...don't tell Matt.

And Sissy and I just loved the deer that were all over the course. Yes, 102 degrees out and we have deer!

It was hot, and Bubba wasn't enjoying it, so we headed back home while Sissy (who suddenly now wants to go to golf camp too) stayed behind with Dad and Jack. 3 holes in and Jack swung his putter around and hit his head. Don't ask me how. This could only happen to my sweet boy. He cut it pretty bad, so Dad called it quits to assess the situation.

So let me get this straight, We paid for Brody to ride in a golf "thingy", rake some grass, and cut his head open? Sounds like a blast Daddy. Have fun with these two on the course!