We explored a lost continent the other night. Our weapons of choice were golf-club-style machetes, a short pencil with no eraser, and a small piece of paper. Always prepared. There were exploding volcanos, quicksand, and cannibals!

Drew and Brinley had a tender moment as we made our way through the thick jungle.

At the beginnng of the night Drew was all power and no precision.

This is how Brinley always gets a hole in two. She has no patience for putting the ball around. Tigress Woods she is not.

After taking this shot Drew hit the ball right into my eye.  If he had hit my lens we would have gone home with only two kids instead of three. 

This is Brinley doing the potty dance on the 7th hole. Wonderful!

 Drew putts left & right handed. Is that a blade or a cavity back? Maybe he should try a 4-iron. Hey golfer golfer, heeey golfer golfer, heeeey golferrrr, putt!

This picture pretty much sums up the whole evening. Drew focusing on his golfing technique, and Brinley dancing around. Tra-la-la Binnie.

Rowan was pretty bored with the whole experience and decided the back of her eyelids was more exciting than watching golf. Nobody else has ever felt that way.

Brinley’s Cinderella jellies were starting to chafe towards the end of the evening, so she hitched a ride on Daddy’s shoulders. I put her shoes in the only “pocket” I could find…

It was a fun, chaotic, family away-from-home evening!