The "Fun Golfing Place"

Ever since the snow started to melt, Taz has been BEGGING to go golfing. It is his favorite thing to do. If we are ever driving in South Jordan and happen to pass "Mulligan's" he gets really excited and yells, "It's the fun golfing place! It's the fun golfing place! Mom, can we go there please?" I always answer the same way, "We'll go there sometime with Dad." I'm pretty sure that Taz was beginning to think that the "someday with Dad" thing was never going to happen. I promise it has not been intentional, it's just that putting in the yard (added to the craziness of our already busy lives) has taken up so much of our time that it's hard to go anywhere. Either we are dead tired, or can't justify leaving our house when there's work to be done. A few weeks ago, Scott didn't have Bishopric meeting, so we asked Taz if there was anything he would like to do. Can you guess what he picked - the "FUN GOLFING PLACE!!!!"

First we played a round of mini golf. Taz was so cute and particular lining up his ball!

He also insisted that he play with his own putter and not the ones that they give you to play with.

Asher didn't get to play the whole time. We would let him throw the ball down the green, but he only got to hit (or should I say "whack") the ball once.

After that, we hit a bucket of balls. I don't think that swing is too bad for a four year old, especially considering that his clubs are a little too heavy! I'm his mom, I have to think he's great. Who knows? Maybe he'll make me some money someday...I can dream can't I?

P.S. And I have to put this for fear that Scott would kill me if I didn't - We DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT push Taz into golfing. Scott has always been very paranoid about people thinking that he in particular does that. Seriously, ever since Taz could stand every long object was a club (I remember him using a long stemmed rose once) and every round-ish object a ball. Don't let Scott fool you, though. Even though he doesn't push Taz into it, he loves that he loves it, ya know?