Golf.

Toward to the end of last week, Ryan started saying he wanted to go golfing. We bought him some clubs for Christmas, but hadn't ever actually taken him out to hit balls. So on Saturday Zach was thrilled to take his son to the driving range for the first time.

Yea, we made him carry his own clubs. Purely for picture opportunities.

How cute is he? He was all about it until we actually got to the range. When we first walked up to it he said, "uh oh!" and pointed to all the balls out in the range. He felt it was his duty to retreieve all the balls. Not a good idea. We tried to get him interested in hitting a ball but he was just too concerned for all the lost balls out on the range. We finally got him to hit one and he just got more concerned because now his ball was out there somewhere.

I finally had to take Ryan and go explore the golf course. He was much more interested in watching water drip out of this rusty pipe. As long as he was happy and in no danger of disrupting the other golfers I was happy.

After inspecting the pipe for a while we moved onto throwing golf balls down the hill.

He would throw it down and I would throw it back up. It was a little like an easter egg hunt for him as he looked for the golf ball in the grass.

Then it was back to the pipe. I don't know what is so fascinating about dripping water, but Ryan can't get enough of it. This time he was a little more bold and actually touched the water. I'm sure it was the thrill of his afternoon.


I kept checking back with Zach to see how much longer we had. It seemed like everytime I checked he had the same number of balls left to hit. Of course he bought the large bucket, of course. FINALLY Zach finished and we headed back to the car.

It was pretty hot out and I was a really good sport so I decided I deserved a slurpee. We stopped at 7 Eleven on the way home. The orange flavor we got for Ryan was really icy and kept getting stuck and not coming up his straw. Mine was really slushy so I gave him mine for the ride home until I could help him with his. After about three minutes he asked for his orange slurpee back. I thought we were trading back. I was wrong.

He would alternate sips. One out of his, one out of mine. At one point he had both straws in his mouth and was drinking them at the same time. Brain freeze anyone?

The next time Ryan says he wants to go golfing, I think we will stick to backyard golf...