The last time we were at the beach, we saved putt-putting for the end of the week. Long story short, we never made it. This time we got to go.
Putt-putting with four boys is quite the adventure. You find yourself saying things like, "put the golf club on the ground", and "stop waving that thing in the air.... it is NOT a windmill", at least 78 times.
The hubs and I decided not to putt-putt so we could help the buddies. They both watch each other and try to copy each other. Which would be fine, except that S is left-handed and G is right-handed. They were both switch putters all night.
You may be wondering where Leigh and Dave are. They stayed at the house to cook spaghetti and garlic bread for supper. (no carrots were involved- family joke)
Jake and Heather came over for supper. And let me say that Heather is THE cutest pregnant person ever! I can't believe all these girls growing up and having kids of their own, I am getting so old, lol.
No one got hurt, cried, or had to go to the potty while we were there. So.... I guess you could say we have crossed a milestone.