gauwlf-ing!
So, I promised to talk golf, when I brought up H’s latest obsession. So, here it is.
Marc’s parents were here last month. Grandpa, the committed golfer, has long grumbled about our lack of cable. He has a weekend routine that he needs to keep, which includes watching sleeping through golf coverage on TV each afternoon. For two years now, each visit to our home has included unsuccessful negotiations regarding the procurement of a TV antenna. This year, he finally wore Marc down – with LOST’s final season and the winter Olympics, Marc’s will power was significantly diminished. So, we have TV now.
After being allowed to watch TV with us, we of course allowed H to watch golf with grandpa after waking up from his naps – because there is nothing cuter than a half-awake child snuggled in the crook of your arm, drinking milk. So, H got to watch golf. After seeing his interest in grandpa’s favorite sport I suggested that the grandparents buy him a golf set on one of their Target runs. Grandpa suggested a baseball bat – we found out later that he was not as convinced of Harrison’s athletic prowess as I and didn’t think he was ready yet.
They finally caved and gave him a set.
He knew what to do immediately, except for needing some instruction on which direction the club is to face the ball. But, he loooooooved it. And is terribly serious when he plays.
He took his clubs with him in the bath and into the shower (oh yeah – he takes showers now – it’s stupid-cute). And he took his golf balls out to dinner:
I have what seems like hours of footage of him hitting the “gauwlf bah”, but, they are so excruciatingly boring (it’s golf – not even this cute kid can make it exciting to watch) and most have me screaming at the top of my lungs with amazed encouragement straight into the camera microphone – so I will spare you.
But, even the doubting grandpa admitted that this kid knows what he’s doing. And as he watched him hit that little white ball across the room over and over and over I could see more than a tinge of anticipation in grandpa’s face – envisioning the many afternoons they will spend walking the course together…
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WHACK!
Our first play-induced casualty. And yeah – he did that with a teeny, tiny plastic ball from a good distance away. Here we go!
Listening: Johnny
awesome
ha ha! at least it’s not fu-ball anymore =)
What a boy. That is so cute.