Thursday, July 24, 2008

Mama, where's my golf club?

I guess those words should send shivers down my spine, but it doesn't.  I love when Metz tees off at the end of our hallway.  He finds his club, "tee", and golf balls Uncle Cason had sent down and he is ready to go.   It keeps him busy and beside having to duck while I work in the kitchen it is fun to watch.
I mean look at that! Who wouldn't be proud.  Cort (my avid golfer) is so proud when he sees Metz golfing or talking about it.  Metz is our little sports kid.  If it involves a ball he can't get enough of it.  

1 comment:

Jennifer said...

Hi Kimi!! Hermana Greene here. Metz is so cute!! You guys live in such a beautiful place!! I love your blog!