Miniature Golfing, Goofy Style

It was such a beautiful day out today (meaning it wasn't snowing- although you can see the snowy mountains in the background of these pics).

We decided to go hit the miniature golf course.

First, I must disclose that there is a debate running in our family. I, the Utah girl, call it Miniature Golfing. Orrin, the Arizona boy, calls it Goofy golfing. I say that since we are currently raising our kiddos in Utah, this sport should thus be called Miniature Golf. OP thinks that since they were all three born in AZ, they should call it Goofy.

So we call it Goofy Miniature Golfing.

It's all about compromise people.

Anywho, OP gave the kiddos quick lessons in putting.






The girlies did all right, considering it was their first time out on the green.



We call Piper's swing the Happy Gilmore. Remember that old school movie?

She just about took out Porter Pot a few times with her wild swing.



Mr. PG really got into the game. He was doing the triumphant golfer arm raise after he got his ball into the hole.

Which he did in less swings than his momma.

And I was really trying.

I think that it is merely the Buckway in his genetic make-up shining through. Or perhaps his namesake (my Grandpa, Leland Grant) was helping to guide his ball in.

I'm just saying that the kid had some kind of help, since it is unnatural for an almost-three year old to sink a two-foot putt. Am I right?



He looked a lot like this guy:

(I am choosing to ignore Tiger's recent err, naughty behavior and am instead focusing on his awesome golfing abilities)

Anywho, even though Adi-Baby and I tied for last place (by far), it was an awesomely-cool way to spend Family Fun Day and to celebrate the warming weather.

And now I am keeping my fingers crossed that we have seen the last of the snow storms until at least October.