"FOUR"

It is "four" right? At least in golf that is..? Anyway, I hope I am right with titling my blog that! Today was the first day that Marc (dh) had off in quite sometime. So- since he had off we decided to go miniature golfing. Have you ever tried that with a 5 month old and a stroller..HA..DON'T! Let me paint the picture for you avid readers: We pull in to this place over on Broadway which has a golfing place, ice cream shop, and horses-well since we had never been there Marc thinks we should park near the ice cream place to get our putters etc. Just out of curiosity (since he never reads this) why would you think you are supposed to pay for miniature golf at the ice cream stand?#@! So after arguing about the parking he finally gives in and low and behold we find the shack for the golf. He proceeds to squeeze into a spot big enough for a motorcycle and turns the car off. Normally that would be ok but hello.."Baby on Board"-so I told him he can try and get the carseat out of the backseat without hitting the car next to him. He huffs and starts the car back up only to move it closer to this rusted van on his side...((laughing)) so then Jenna says "daddy you can open the door for me because I can't get out now!"
Ok enough of picking on Marc, so the sun is shining, we are all sweating and we haven't even stepped onto hole 1 yet..did I mention their are 18 holes! Jenna goes first..sets down her ball only to proceed to hit it like a hockey puck. I also realized after a few holes that she doesn't like to golf and would rather play in the water surrounding the greens. So here I am pushing the stroller, holding Kane because he didn't want to be in the sweaty carseat, in the process trying to keep track of Jenna's ball. Ugh, eventually we reached the 18th hole and hallelujah we were done. So off to Friendly's for dinner! Didn't Marc get spit up on by Kane..all over his pants! Between you and I, it looked like Marc didn't make it to the bathroom. SHH! So that was the warp up of our day and I have decided from now on to stay home until Kane is 3! Speaking of Kane I am being called "crying style" by my lovely, no napping infant..gotta go! (oh and i brought my camera but sorry folks no pictures..my stress level was too high to remember to tale pics of Jenna's ball flying through mid-air!