FOUR!

The past couple weekends we have taken the boys to the golf course to play "real" golf. The first weekend we made it through 9 holes and the second weekend we played a modified 18 holes. One highlight is getting to cruise in the golf cart. I taught Cade how to drive it and came close to being permanently maimed only a handful of times. Cade took his game pretty seriously. He watched intently as Bobby did his shots and then waited for instruction on which club he should use next.

It wasn't exactly a quiet round of golf......slightly distracting to have this threesome monkeying around in the background as you drive the ball. We're still working on the understanding that the course is similar to the library.....you must use your whisper voice even though it's outside.

Cade admires his shot.

I even got in on the action. I'd love to get the hang of golf but right now it nearly makes me lose my religion or stab my thigh with a divot remover. I'm working on golfing patience and after I master that I'll work on the skill part. I'm pretty sure I'll never get the skill until I get some golfing outfits. New sport means new sporty wardrobe, right?

Grant did well, bringing a pretty fluid swing to the course. I didn't catch an action shot of that but I did get this one and it was too cute not to add in. And also, it's a pic of the only tree on the course that did not get peed on by one of my offspring during our outing. Seriously.
After a couple of holes he decided that he could pretty much do without putting. The next weekend when we went he decided he was going to do ONLY putting. I think he dismisses whatever club is not cooperating with him.

Rhett is Mr. "I don't need nobody's help. I ALREADY know how to do it". Obviously he does based on the following picture....... club extremely high in the air, eyes focused nowhere near the location of the ball, and hips wide open. Yeah. Clearly he needs no instruction.

Oddly enough, he managed to hit it which did not help my cause of convincing him to let daddy help him.

We couldn't pass up throwing a couple rocks into the pond. I was standing nearby ready to tackle Rhett if he decided to chunk a club in the water. I definitely wouldn't put it past him. He's not one to be trusted, you know.The boys are holding strong that golf is one of their favorite games to play. Based on our two experiences, I have a feeling we'll be spending more time on the course. In the meantime I'll be researching cute golfing outfits and I'll peruse ebay for a stylish bag with some clubs. Or, maybe I'll just stick to driving the cart and making sure the boys are inconspicuous in their tree marking. Someone's got to do it if we want to maintain our membership!

And Today Makes All Three!

Rhett was so pumped that he got to return to school today. It made him feel so big that I had to get HIS backpack ready on Monday night just like I do for his brothers. He got a "new" backpack and "new" napmat this year. Both are actually hand-me-downs from Grant but he didn't seem to mind.

I had Grant's initials removed and had Little Buddy's put on the pack. It turned out nicely thanks to my handy friend, Leigh and her nifty machine!

The only thing that would've made this day better for him would have been for a big yellow bus to pull up in front of the house to pick him up and deliver him to school. Let's not push it......just a couple more years to go!!

When I dropped him off he used my line, "Well, looks like it's just you mommy!" and I said, "looks like it! What in the world am I going to do all day??" He replied, "I guess what ever in the world you want to do! Just don't be playing with my uno cards while I'm gone.......or any of my toys. " I don't think he has anything to worry about. BUT, if anyone should ever call me on the days all my kids are in school and finds that I'm playing a one sided game of UNO, fighting an imaginary opponent with a lightsaber, or making "vroom, vroommm" noises while pushing matchbox cars across the playroom floor, please call the authorities. I may have officially lost my marbles........

First Kicks

Little Buddy made his mark on the soccer fields for the first time ever this weekend. The day started off right when he got his uniform just before the game and it was blue from head to toe. He took one look at it and responded "totally awesome" and was ready to hit the field.He was in his ready position from the get-go. I was unsure how he was going to do being that in a previous practice he cried and had to sit out for a while because "everyone was taking the ball from him and hurting his feelings". After a little discussion on the ins and outs of soccer I think he got it.He did a great job getting the ball and attempting to dribble it (even if it was soccer in slow motion). He stole the ball several times and even ran to protect his goal when the other team was near. I think his late October birthday is serving him well in this three year old soccer division.He scored five, yes FIVE, goals in his first game ever. He was SO proud of himself and had a great time playing. I think his team pulled out a win but I can't be sure. The other team had "black haired kid" that Rhett said was pretty tough to beat and he scored quite a few for his team as well. Rhett put on a great first showing and I'm so glad our money paid in appears to be a good investment. I keep having flashbacks of when we paid 85 bucks for Grant to play as a three year old and we were forced to sit sideline and watch for a full season while he twirled circles with his jersey pulled over his head and picked bugs out of the grass.

Way to go Little Buddy!

Another Great One!

Bobby, the absolutely awesome ticket snagger, once again came through and got us SUPER seats for the Keith Urban/Sugarland concert. We were stag this go around but that didn't stop us from having a great time!The night started out with a little love her or hate her Jennifer Nettles. Her twangy singing sends some folks rolling their eyes and gagging but the Morgan's? We loved her! My only complaint is that she should've probably shaved her pits a little better before the concert....or maybe tried waxing them. Really. Even Bobby noticed her pits on the ginormous jumbo screens behind her onstage. That's okay. I know what a booger pit shaving can be. I'd still be her friend.

I will give her props on being energetic. She was all over that stage acting crazy. And for the record, if I can find a tank top with long fringies like that, I'm totally getting it. I would just wear it to Publix and stuff because you know there's not much else in this one horse town. I guess it could be a date night tank top........anywho.

She sang a little ditty called "Nightswimming" that was both a little strange and mesmerizing all at the same time. Bubbles everywhere, sequined red swim cap, big umbrella, blue backlighting. I was in a trance. Overall I thought they were great. But inquiring minds (mine and Bobby's) want to know: Are they a couple? BFF's? A couple that denies they're a couple but secretly share the same tour bus? Friends that just say they're friends but they accidentally kissed back in 2002 and now it's hush hush and a little awkward at times?? Hmmmm. So many questions.

After Sugarland we had a brief stage-changing intermission and I had a nice lady that didn't seem too intoxicated to safely handle my camera take a quick pic.

And here's the Big Time : Keith Urban. Wowzer. The only thing better than watching Keith Urban or Brad Paisley play the guitar would be to see Brad Paisley AND Keith Urban playing guitar TOGETHER. Why hasn't someone thought of that? I'm writing their managers today.

Bobby would want me to tell you that he took a majority of the pictures. So, I'm going to keep it real and let you know.....Bobby took alot of these pictures. We are both particularly fond of this one. It has an aura of coolness to it. If it weren't weird we'd have it made into a poster and pin it on our wall with a thumbtack like a middleschooler. But it is weird.....so we're not.

We could get some awesome shots from our 14th row seats. I ran out of my seat a couple times to get a better view. It supposedly was allowed but the bouncer guy made us show him our tickets and made me feel like I had broken the rules. So from then on I just stayed in my seat area like a good concert attendee. Did you know that in a span of about 2 hours you can shoot about 872 pictures of Keith Urban? Me neither. But you can.

You want to know who wasn't a good concert attendee? Well, other than that guy that got thrown out right at the beginning there was one other.... Ol' Granny. Keith was crazy enough to run off the stage down the aisles playing his guitar (RIGHT beside us THREE times I might add) and just look at Ol' Granny. She completely mauled him. I'm not joking. Once he ran by her his shirt was off his shoulder. The back of the blonde you can see in the pic got pushed by one of the bodyguard people and she fell right into me and almost knocked me down. No lie. I never knew a country concert could turn so violent!

This is how close we got. It all happened so quickly though that I'm glad I have snapshots to remember it by. My brain can barely remember what I did yesterday so things that only last a millisecond don't even get a chance to be registered.

Confetti shot out everywhere at the end of the show and this time I was able to get my camera out and capture a bit of it.

Something about this next pic I just really like- cool vantage point, Keith with his guitar, the crowd, the colors from the confetti and the lighting- I just like it.






Here's to checking off the list another great concert date night. There is nothing better than singing along as loud as you can without fear that someone might actually hear you, sitting in a seat close enough to see a celebrity sweat (which is yucky even when you're famous), and being the only sober people in a crowd full of drunks that think they can dance (I'm talking about you young man in row 12 that appeared to have an invisible person behind you performing the heimlich maneuver for over 2 hours). Good times!!

G Makes His Debut and Little Buddy Ain't Happy

Today was Grant's first day to get up and get ready for "real" school. He was so excited that his belly just wouldn't let him eat his breakfast. No bus today being that it was a half day and good gracious, if I have to hear him ask one more time when he gets to ride I think my ears are going to blow off the sides of my head.

His brothers gave him the celebratory group hug before we hopped in the car to head over to the school. On the way there Cade gave him lots of tips on the cafeteria and what games were cool to play on the playground.

He also promised to walk him to his class every day.

Thank the Good Lord (and the principal) that we got the same AWESOME kindergarten teacher that Cade had. We love her to pieces and Grant was so excited to have her. Please note that I just had the child's hair cut last week. I'm not sure why now all of the sudden it's hanging in his eyes. I have not been using Horse Mane shampoo and typically it doesn't grow that much in a weeks time. Hmmm.

After the dropoff Little Buddy and I headed out the door. He said, "Wait. Where's Cade?" and I replied, "He had to stay and go to his class. It's just you and me, kid." His answer? " How about I don't even like 'just you and me kid' ."

And here is a true portrayal of his feelings:

So sad.....and just a bit mad.

He did have some deep thoughts to share with me on the way out. Here's our conversation in the car:

LB: "Why are we going soooooo slow??"

Me: "Because we are in the school zone. You have to go slow."

LB: "Are those people [speeding by] breaking the speed lemon?"

Me: "Yeah. Probably."

LB: "You know? People that do that just don't like Jesus very much. It's not that they're Jesus haters- that they just really hate Jesus.........it's just that they are choosing their own pathways."

Whaaa? I had to turn around with my confused face to make sure there was a three year old still sitting in the car seat. When I looked at him he threw his hands up and said, "What?? WHAT???".

Here's to a swell first day of kindergarten for Grant and some more words of wisdom from my ever swiftly maturing third born.

A New Favorite Sport

We spent our official last week of summer learning some golf skills at a kid's golf camp in the area. Little Buddy wasn't old enough to partake but that didn't keep him from honing his own golfing technique in our makeshift backyard golf course. Bobby has taken to mowing our back field into his own personal green. At first I thought it looked like crop circles. Now I'm just feeling that it's starting to look ghetto. That's neither here nor there. The testosterone in this house likes it so it will stay.

Between me trying to learn to hit some balls and the boys chunking theirs everywhere Bobby has only a few shag balls left. Who knew it would be so hard to locate your ball once it rocketed into a grove of trees? Yes. Cade is wearing a helmet while golfing. Normally I would suggest that it probably isn't necessary, but in this company I figure a little extra protective gear to the head is never a bad option.

We've somehow managed to get two lefties in this little family. That means sharing some golf clubs for now until we can find another set for Grant. And inevitably it also means that at some point during golf practice Little Buddy will get hacked off and storm off the green.

Sharing is not his best virtue......

So, for now, we have a new favorite sport....or so they say. Quote on the last day of camp, "Yeah. Well, me and Grant, we just decided that golf is pretty much our favorite sport and we're probably just going to play that forever and not play anything else." Grant: "Did you know there is NO RUNNING in golf? None. I think it is my favorite." Ha. Gotta love it!

Movin' On Up

Where have the years gone?? Cade has his first day of SECOND grade today. I can't even believe it. I took him to school today but from this day forward he claims he wants to ride the bus to and from school. We'll see how that goes.
What a handsome fella. I try to give his hair the messy look......even just a little texture to it, but no. He insists on having Ken doll hair "just like daddy". Whatever floats your boat. And I guess I know what's going to be on the top of his Christmas list this year: his two front teeth. ha. Lost both of them a couple weeks ago. From his own lips, "No more corn on the cob or eating whole apples for me for a while".

I got a quick pic of him at his new desk, hard at work. No picture with his teacher this year. She was all busy and stuff and I wasn't sure if it was totally uncool to get your pic with your teacher in the second grade. Let's just all be thankful that I didn't lug my big camera in there like I usually do. I just discreetly snapped a couple with my little pocket cam. It gets the job done.

Here's to a great second grade year. In a couple weeks Grant will take his turn as a bottom of the barrel kindergartner. I probably won't shed a tear but I guarantee I'll have a lump in the ol' throat. Stay tuned!