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!

Home-Birth 2.0

Many of you who were ‘fortunate’ enough to hear me retell the story of Rowan’s home-birth a little over two years ago, know I was beaming with admiration for my truly heroic wife. For 12 hours, Katie was able to move her consciousness inward and breathe through countless contractions with little more than a few low moans. (Minor disclaimer, I originally wrote this on my phone to hide my writing ways from Kate, and then transferred it. There are a lot of minor glitches, but time is money or something like that. Not my normal level of quality, but I appreciate your understanding.)
Her second home-birth attempt, this past Thursday evening and into Friday morning, was no exception to how amazing my wife truly is.
I got the call around 10 that all signs were pointing toward labor within 24 hours. Needless to say, it was tough to get through my last truly important work day. My seniors were presenting their senior projects at 1pm and I was one of the head judges. It would have been okay had I left early, but I felt I needed to be there when it was over to congratulate all my amazingly talented seniors who worked silly hard all year. On top of that, it was Thursday so that meant I had to post a feature length article on In true Katie fashion, she conveniently waited until I posted my article and finally got home at around 5pm to start the hard part. Well, hard for me. Katie seems to be able to not only handle the pain that comes with contractions and of course, the hard pushing at the end, but she handles it in a way that I know I never could. She never complains, never slips into the television/movie cliche of barking out orders, hitting, or breaking limbs. She simply requests minor things and pukes a few times. Basically, I worriedly followed her around the house, catching puke, heating up water, and holding her up as she bore down and pushed.


When it came time to push, things were a little different than they were with Rowan. I noticed right away that this time pushing was harder for Kate. It took a little longer and the first few attempts didn’t result in much. Once she got into the rhythm and the feel of pushing again, the process started to speed up. I was just stoked when our little baby Zoey’s head made it’s way into the world for the first time! Then things got a little scary. Carla, our midwife, noticed it first. Zoey’s cord was wrapped around her so that it made it nearly impossible for Kate to push her the rest of the way in the position she was in. I could hear a slight nervousness in Carla’s voice (as if it wasn’t hard enough for me to keep it together!). Did I mention that Carla is my hero? She never faltered, just ordered me into action. She needed a better angle to help ‘guide’ the baby free from her corded prison. Before I knew it, I was hoisting Kate up onto the bed. Scissors appeared in Carla’s hands as she attempted to cut the cord that I swear was wrapped around my half-born daughter’s purple neck. Carla quickly abandoned that idea and we both urged Kate to push. Carla tugged at Zoey, Kate pushed, and I tried to keep my heart from bursting from my chest. In what seemed like 15 minutes, (likely it was 15-20 seconds), Zoey was free! Another 20 minutes later, (again, probably more like 4 seconds), she cried for the first time. Kate had no idea at the time, but I swear I was gonna lose it waiting for that moment.
The point of this post is to praise my wife for what I can only categorize as a goddess-like achievement. I don’t know how any woman does it in a hospital with lots of lovely drugs to ease the pain we men will never know, let alone at home with no awesome drugs and only a birth partner whispering “you can do it” over and over again in her ear. My wife is a rare birthing talent if I do say so so myself. Crazy bias aside, I truly appreciate want she’s been through and now it’s my turn to take care of all three of my girls. Enjoy some of the random before and after photos that follow. There is also a sweet video of Rowan first meeting her little sister Zoey.

Rowan meeting Zoey for the first time