Father’s Day 2012

Father’s Day is not Mother’s Day. The latter is a day where you treat the mother in your life to whatever she wants as a family. This year, the girls and I went to the garden store with Kate, let her pick out stuff to plant, then we spent the rest of the day in the yard helping her garden. In reality I chased the girls while Kate worked, but it worked out very well.

My wife asked me a couple of weeks ago if I wanted to play golf on Father’s Day. My first thought was that she was totally messing with me, and as soon as I said yes, she’d throw her head back, laugh and say we were doing something as a family or with the in-laws. Don’t get me wrong, all of that would’ve been just fine. In fact, we went to the in-laws for dinner anyway. The point is that this year I was encouraged to be selfish and spend the day on the course with many other Little River Men’s Club guys celebrating the day the same exact way; a beautiful day, and 18 holes of golf.

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You can’t see it, but there are several birdie putts waiting on the 2nd green.

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A beautiful day for a stroll.

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Dewey and I cooked at the in-laws this year. We grubbed:)

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Dewey didn’t last long after dinner.

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My father’s day gift from the in-laws. Win!

Rowan & Pops Hit the Course

Driving the golf cart with Pops

In a futile attempt to watch Star Wars: Attack of the Clones, I passed out on the couch around 1AM last night. I awoke to Rowan yelling at the dog. Realizing it was still dark, and the dog was still outside of his crate, I figured it was around 3AM or so. Turns out it was 5:25AM. Even though my plan was to play my usual crack-of-dawn, Saturday morning round of golf, I had planned on taking advantage of the fact I didn’t have to to to work, figuring I’d get to “sleep in” until 6:45 or so, then head out. All week Rowan has been waking up around 7AM, so I thought, with a little coaxing, she’d go back to sleep. After 20 minutes of “I don’t want to go to sleep!” and “I’m not tired!” I gave up.

The wife suggested I take Roe to Little River with me. At first I thought this was crazy. I mean, how the heck was I supposed to watch a toddler and play golf? After working somewhere around 60 hours every week, I look forward to my solo time on the course Saturday mornings. I usually play pretty well by myself, and it’s early enough in the day that it’s no problem getting home in time for the rest family day.

After giving it a little thought, I decided to take Rowan with me. Sure, I wouldn’t be able to play 18 holes (I’d be lucky to get in 9), and I’d have to pay for a cart (I usually walk), pack hella snacks for Roe, and try to swing a club with the constant stream of words exiting my daughter’s mouth, but maybe we’d have some fun. I’m so glad that I decided to take her; we had a blast!

On the way to the course, we stopped to get doughnuts and an Odwalla drink for Roe at Safeway. I’m currently on a diet, so I only got one doughnut. (This is a bigger deal than it sounds. I usually get three!) Of course, Roe had to have the frosted doughnut with pink sprinkles. She only eats the frosting and the sprinkles, but it’s her favorite special treat when she’s with me.

Why eat the doughnut, when the frosting and sprinkles taste a million times better.

Around 7:15 we finally got to the course. Kathy was working, and she informed me that I really can’t have Rowan out on the course with me. Insurance issues or something like that. She let us go out anyway, seeing as the course was completely empty, and likely to stay that way considering the greens were recently sanded.

For the first few holes, Rowan asked random questions while eating her sugary breakfast, and I played mediocre golf. The sand on the greens didn’t help. I ended up shooting 42, so it wasn’t too bad. My driver was on point today for a change, and I managed to pull off a nice draw with my irons. I hadn’t played since the Abalone Invitational two weeks ago, and it felt good hitting the ball well after embarrassing myself in the biggest Little River Men’s Club Event of the year.

I really turned it up near the end with a birdie on 18, (I played the back nine) and wouldn’t have minded playing the front to get a nice mid to low 80s score for 18 holes. But, by the seventh hole Roe started asking if we were going home soon, so I called it a day after nine holes.

Overall, it was one of the better mornings I’ve had after an early morning wake-up call from Rowan. Hopefully, I’ll get to sleep until 7AM tomorrow, but that seems a little far-fetched. Below are more pics from our little golf outing. Hopefully I can convince the Golf Club to let me take Roe again before the weather turns, since she had so much fun hanging with her pops. I realized today how much I miss seeing her during the day.

Chillin' with Pops in the cart.

 

Nice shot Daddy!

 

What did you do to the grass?

Her face is just too funny here.

This left for birdie on 13, but the sand will force a 3 putt:(

Ready to drive already!

Yes, I did let her out of the cart.

"Hi turkeys, have fun at your home!" Yeah, she really said that.

What a great caddie

Nice birdie Pops!