There were 3 other attempts to get all 4 of us looking in the same direction. Does it say anything that this was the best of them? My dad looked like a rodeo clown trying to get the boys to smile. Thanks for the effort!
Jack didn't seem to care that the point of golf is to get the ball into the hole. He enjoyed chasing the balls that John and Poppy hit and running them back to them. We're hoping that he doesn't settle to be the ball boy later on. Oh dear...
Finntastic enjoyed crawling around in the grass. He's usually not a big grass guy, but the shorter golf green grass (say that 10 times) was more like carpet I suppose. He took a good crawl every now and again to work off his latest Cheerio overload.
Get a load of Finn's face. Doesn't this picture scream brotherly love!?! More like brotherly torture, huh? Jack would have nothing to do with the hat unless it involved cramming it down on top of Finn.
Mimi and Poppy and their grandbabies
Poppy smooches
John tried his best to show Jack the object of the game. But...to no avail. He's still a ball chaser. (One heck of a ball chaser if you ask me:)
Remember earlier when I mentioned something about a Cheerio overload? Just kidding:) We've yet to experience the vomit-in-parent-mouth scenario. Whew.
Hope you had a great Memorial Day. Thank you to everyone who has served and is serving our awesome country! We are blessed! If this blog had music, you better believe you'd be reading this post to the awesomeness of Neil Diamond.
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