"Tolfers"

Greggie Poo and I had a house full of diapers this weekend. And we loved every minute of it.

Em and the babies came down for the weekend and we had a great weekend full of family time, dirty diapers, and kisses!

Not necessarily in that particular older.

I am proud of my super mom of a sister who made the trip in the first place. Our Mom had originally planned to come with her and help her with all that comes with having two little ones. Plans changed and Mom couldn't make the trip. But this wasn't stopping Em.

On Friday night, we went over to the Soderbirds :) and had a playdate with Ms. Marin! Greggie and the Soderbirds then went to a "young" dinner club in Kingsmill, called First Fridays. No babies allowed at First Fridays, so Em and I decided to come home and I proceeded to make our OWN gourmet meal. For our appetizer we had an English favorite- Potato chips and green onion dip. Many a good stories are told over this little tub of deliciousness. After convincing ourselves not to not consume the whole bag, we moved on to our main course. Frozen chicken patties and tater tots. I have become very good at doctoring up this oldie but goodie thing I call a meal. I must admit, THEY WERE DELICIOUS! Greggie soon came home and made our final course - dessert! A brownie covered in ice cream and magic shell - yum!

What can I say, we operate a 5 star restaurant at 110. We then called it an early night. We wanted to make sure we got our beauty rest for our busy day we had the next day.

On Saturday morning we woke up early to head over to Busch Gardens. I had to pull off some veteran Busch Gardens skills in order to get super star parking. And did we ever!

Stick with me kid; I'll show you the ropes.

It was a beautiful day! It was so cute to watch "Serious" Sammy Bird take it all in. He was not sure what to think of the real life sized Sesame Street characters.

And come to think of it, I didn't know what to think either. We'll have to compare notes Sam.

After we were all sore from pushing the double stroller around, we decided to pack up and head home. I have never seen a 2 year old excited to leave Busch Gardens.

But he had bigger and better things on his mind.

"TOLFERS!"

We told him after he woke up from his nap, he could watch the golfers play behind the house. So right on cue, he woke up from his nap, yelled out for his "Momma" and then quickly followed it, with "Tolfers".

Well hello Mr. Memory.

Nice to meet you.

Sammy Bird watched the golfers the rest of the afternoon. He would wait for them to make it to the green, watch them for a little bit, run upstairs to our bedroom to get the better view, and high five Bird Dog on the way up.

After a few hours of doing this, he grew tired and wanted to play golf himself!

"Tub" (Club) he kept saying. Em and I kept telling him that he had to wait until the golfers were done for the day.

I don't think he liked our answer.

Sam then went to the source where he knew he would get the answer he wanted.

Greggie!

Greggie gave him his "tub" and told him he had to play with it out front. Sam proceeded to shove 100 golf balls out the doggie door, and away he went.

With every good golfer though, one would get bored with the "putting green" and would soon want the real course.

That would go for this 2 year old prodigy as well. Sam kept begging us to go outside (out back) and play "tolf". Em and I had so much to do for our cookout that night, that we couldn't go with him. Plus, there were still golfers on the course.

Kev Fed, I mean Greggie, made up a little white lie in hopes that he would forget about golf and become occupied with something else. Greggie told him that when Bill and Brenda get here, then we can go outside. A few hours passed, and our guest started to arrive, included in this; Bill and Brenda(my in-laws). Sam magically appeared at Bill's pant leg and gave it a little tug. Then "tolf" and "outside" came racing out of his mouth.

When he asked this time, he actually got what he wanted. We all went out back to watch the little "tolfer" himself.

To my pleasant surprise, he was actually good. Em dropped several balls on the green and let him swing away. Not only did he make contact with the ball, he even made it in the hole! After everyone picked up their jaw off of the floor, we just kept feeding him golf balls all evening. Sammy was a dead ringer!

He may have only just learned how to say my name correctly, but the boy can play golf.

Our little "tolfer" is still the talk of the town on Hole 6!

Sammy, I would just like for you to remember your auntie when you win the Masters. By the way, I think you look good in green.

After a yummy dinner, we all visited and laughed the rest of the night!

On Sunday Em needed her Kohl's fix and we did a little shopping - with the kids! Towards the end of the shopping trip, Sammy started to gain tired of bargain hunting. Is he really related to us? He was ready to go and he let us all know it. Em promised that if he was a good boy for just a little longer, that we would leave soon and he could go home and watch the "tolfers".

He was silent the rest of our shopping trip.

Oh she's that good people.

We had such a great weekend! The weekend flew by so fast, that I didn't even get one picture!

After Em and the babes left, I could still see their presence in the house though.

I moved my coffee table to vacuum. This is what I found. Yeap. Sammy Bird was here.

It's a good thing he's so cute, because NOBODY gets in the way of me and my coffee.

"Tolf" ball, Maime's "toffee", Sam do it.

Mind you, I only found the golf ball half way through.

I take my coffee with cream, sugar, and a golf ball please.

Bird Dog barely made it through her dog door before passing out. Sammy Bird gave her a run for her money this weekend.

"Oh Baggie"

I miss you guys already! come back soon.

The "Tolfers" miss you cheering for them Sam!