Tomorrow, Atticus will be four. In honor of his birthday, I'm going to post a bunch of photos of the little golf outing our family took a couple months ago. Golf is, after all, Atticus's favorite pasttime.
I know it looks like everyone's having a great time in all these photos- and make no mistake, we did have fun- but man, is it a lot of work to take the three of them anywhere out of the ordinary. Scratch that: It's really just a lot of work to get all five of us out in public. So to have all three of the kiddos out on a golf course, where a certain amount of decorum is expected, and try to get them all to behave like normal human beings- well, let's just say it was less "Look at our little family, can't you tell we're having the time of our lives?" and more "GOODNESS, CHILDREN- don't touch that, Caedmon- AREN'T WE- Atticus, come back here- JUST HAVING- Adelaide, get up, we do not roll around in the rough- THE BEST- Caedmon, stay out of the water- TIME?"
By the end of the (everlasting and exhausting) round, Derek and I both agreed that we wouldn't be taking all three children out for golf again for at least five years. Or never.
But at least we got some good photos out of the whole venture, right? That's all that matters. Not the emotional scars we'll all bear for years, but the pictures.