From the Kadish Family: Mini Golf...Every Week

Mini golf has kind of become a Sunday ritual here at the Kadish house...and I'm not sure how I feel about that!

For some time now, at least all summer, both boys have been infatuated with mini golf and insisted we "go there" (as Parker says) every time we pass a mini golf course. Unfortunately for me, we have to pass by one on the way to the highway so I hear a lot of mini golf requests, but I seem to have the boys convinced that we can only go there with Daddy. And that means Sunday, and only once a week. Whew!!!!!

Don't get me wrong, I like(d) mini golf, but not so much in 100 degree heat and with a certain 3 year old Type A personality who lives in our household. Yep, Tristan, our routine driven perfectionist who likes his ball to go perfectly down the green the same way each time he goes to the hole, and also wants everyone else playing to do the same...and when this doesn't happen, there is one frustrated 3 year old on the course, who likes to voice his frustration, not exactly "fun". But when his ball cooperates with what his head had in mind for it, his face lights up with sheer joy and excitement, so that part I like!

Tristan plays mini golf true to form. He lines up his ball at the tee, stands back, gets the correct golf grip (that Victor showed him a long time ago) and swings. His little brother on the other hand, now he's a different story.

Definitely more right-brained than Tristan, and NEVER needs anyone to show him how to hold that golf club, Parker sometimes hits from the tee, but most of the time picks up his ball and puts it about 3 inches from the hole and hits from there. And even though it's inches from the hole, he doesn't always make it in, but he's always happy with his end result. Oh, and I'm not sure if he has ever been consistent in how he hold the club...he pushes it more like a broom, but at least he hits it with the club side!

But he has his quirks too about the precious mini golf game...everyone has a particular color ball they must have and he decided that for us. Tristan is dark blue, Victor is dark green, he is yellow (his favorite color) and I'm either red or pink. It's actually really funny because he now associates each of us with those colors as soon as he hears the words "mini golf"...he starts rambling "Mommy pink, Daddy dark green, etc...". Pretty cute, but I pray we don't ever got to a course where all those colors aren't available!

Here's a few pics I snapped one Sunday, enjoy!

Tristan perfecting his stance