After all the accolades we'd heard about the course year being the best year in of a soldier's life because of all the family time, it finally rings true this week. Rob is done with classes and doesn't have graduation until Thursday. Three days of family time. Well, I won't complain, at least he's not deployed. Maybe that's how they meant it. Rob is so relieved to be done. It's crazy because with his occupation, he has to have 12 CLE credits each year. This semester alone he has 81.
Anyway, the kids wanted to celebrate by finally going to that Putt Putt course we've been driving past for a year. I was suprised to find that it was the exact same course as the one I played at as a kid in Oklahoma City on 39th St. I logged a lot of hours there. It's torn down now, so it felt kind of strange to be playing those very same holes, in the exact same set up that I had years ago.
The kids had a great time and actually did well. This was Avery's first time on the course instead of watching from his stroller. We had a few issues with him not waiting his turn, but it was cute to watch him hit it about two inches and then go put in the hole with his hands. On the last hole when the ball disappears, Avery was coming up with extra balls to put in there, until we realized he was opening the door to the bucket underneath to get more. He scream cried when it was time to leave. He was by far, the loudest customer at Putt-Putt.
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