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After a week of using the plastic hammer from his toy toolbox to hit plastic golf balls around the house, Owen finally convinced Brecken and I that it was time to invest in his first set of golf clubs. We entertained ourselves this evening by watching Owen putt his way around the basement, and we took a little time to help him with his swing.

In the middle of his lesson, he took time to talk with Papi C on the phone. Papi called to say that in his own golf league this evening, he had hit in on #9 for an eagle 2. Owen responded by repeatedly saying "golf, golf, golf." In fact, it took him nearly an hour to fall asleep in his crib this evening, as he wouldn't stop saying "Mommy, golf! Daddy, golf! Mommy, golf! Daddy, golf!"

Lots of fun all around.