Quick Pics

Baby girl with her mom and dad on the day of her blessing.

Triton on the Fourth of July where he got his little patriotic tattoo/sticker on his cheek.

Triton riding his birthday bike, one of three times that he has tried? For some reason he isn't to keen on trying to learn how to ride a bike!

Not Sure About This One?

I haven't had time to get online and post. I am writing this blog to simply yack away for maybe a minute or two who knows? Thus the title of the blog. This could be an all day read or a simple, why in the heck did he even bother posting?
Golf has been okay, I am always trying new things and I think I am going to take another lesson to get rid of all the thoughts in my head and maybe focus on one or two things? I paid for my cousin Josh to take a lesson this last week. He had thanked me many times before he had even taken the lesson. I told him that he could thank me if the lesson helped him. I know that expectations are high after a lesson and your score might actually get worse. From the looks of his game today that was what happened. He had his lesson and loved it, said he learned a lot and was stoked to try to use it. Today was the first time that he was able to use it on the course. I could see the lesson helped, but his old swing is still there and it will just take time. I hope that he gets better because I would love to lose to him and not to Henry's luck. Henry is such a roller coaster, he will shoot 100 one day and 78 the next, but the one thing that cracks me up about him is his luck. If I had Henry's luck I would be down kissing the feet of the golf gods everyday. True he hits a great shot here and there, but there is still about 50% luck in his game. This last week at a golf course with a lot of trees he was whining because he was in the trees all but like 4 holes on the front. After counting I had one more tree trouble shot than he did and I was still winning by 2 strokes.
Funniest thing I ever heard him say was about 3 weeks ago and then I will get off the golf subject. He was in this little group of trees and he hits a shot toward the area of the green/fairway and it hits another tree. We didn't know where it had gone and of course he is expecting the ball to be in the fairway. He drives up and is looking around and I see a ball that was over behind this other tree. I asked him to check that ball because it was the only one around. It was about 20 yards left of where the ball had hit this other tree. He drives over to this ball and says the most funniest, horrible, donkey quote I have ever heard. He says "how the heck did my ball end up here"? This is such a rediculous thing to say because A. He had hit the tree in front of him pretty hard so any normal person would expect the ball to go anywhere. B. He always expects his ball to be playable and in the middle of the fairway, because he always is in the fairway after hitting moronic horrible shots. It just cracks me up that he is as lucky as he is and then it just puts salt on the wound that he isn't grateful for his luck and expects it. It is nice to be an optomist don't get me wrong, but there are times that you should admit to your luck and stop whining when your opponent has one lucky shot per every twelve of yours!! If he is golfing horrible and I have one good break, he turns into a baby saying what a good break you there! One if I am golfing bad I could care less how lucky he is because it is my fault for golfing bad. So I probably don't even notice a few of his great breaks because 2 out of ten rounds I golf horrible. When he is golfing horrible and not getting every break that he is expecting to get he gets on me for being lucky! Crazy, but true?
Okay enough about golf. Onto the fact that Triton is catching on to potty training really good. We put a diaper on him when we go places but that is because he hasn't used a big toilet yet and is comfortable with his little potty training toilet. We ask him all the time if he has to go pee when he is running around the house with underwear on. At first like 2 weeks ago he would say no all the time and he still does, but he has been informing us lately that he has to go. Before and still occasionally he would leak a tiny bit, say potty potty and would finish in the trainer which is great. However the other day he was watching his TV while I was feeding Quinn and Sheri was getting ready in the bathroom (make-up or hair) and he come running up to me without his underwear on saying potty potty, which meant that he had indeed gone potty. It was the first time that he ever went by himself without us asking him or making him or helping him take his underwear off quickly. It was a great moment. He is excited to learn that duty now that he knows it saves him from me having a spank on his toosh! Yes I tried to spank him at first to get him to pay attention and it might have worked only a bit, but mostly it probably made him more timid. I didn't do it every time or anything like that, it was mostly when he had poopoo. This turned out to not be a good thing because the little boy jumped on a band wagon of "I'm Sorrys". I would tell him to lay down so that we could change his diaper or underwear and he would say Sorry, Sorry. This saddened me quickly and I stopped spanking him. What is even more sad is that he says sorry for everything now! The boy saddens his dad, but that is what I get for being a bad daddy. So, I started the encouragement thing. When he started first going in the potty I would act so happy and proud and I probably was and kids are supposed to want to do whatever provokes that action in their parents, but at first he didn't care. He just didn't want to sit on the potty. He has used it more and more and of course we cheer for him and it has helped him a lot. Good Boy Triton, so sorry about the spankings.
The little guy has been rather hyper this last week. We went golfing with Sheri's dad and he was hyper all that day. We get done golfing today get home and take a bath and he is running around the house naked because I was cooking him food and feeding Quinn at the same time. He, out of nowhere, starts hopping around like he is on a stick horse saying "spank, spank"!! While slapping his own @ss! I wish I would have gotten it on camera because I am sure that he was slapping himself hard enough to leave marks? Crazy kid I tell you. I couldn't stop laughing, but I had to because I didn't want him to keep doing it.
Triton had his 3 year old doctors appt. a few weeks ago and the doctor wanted to have his speech tested again because he was concerned about Triton not talking again. This is fine, but I am wondering if this doctor gets a percentage of the money that goes to the speech place. Last time when Triton was not even 2 he wanted us to take him in and they kind of tested him but wondered why we were bringing him there at such a young age. They said that Triton was probably a bit behind but wasn't too concerned and gave us some pointers and we followed and thought that he was doing better. We lack here and there, but we had been helping him and forcing him to use words.
We take him in to this different speech therapy place this time because I wasn't impressed with the cleanliness of this last one. I don't know where all the money that these places make goes because the people that work there aren't very professional when it comes to dress, intellect or simple manners? So, this new place tests Triton and says that he is about ten months behind and is in the severe category. So, we are like okay you are expensive but if this is needed of course we will do it. Sheri takes Triton to his first two appointments, the first being his test and then the next where they work with him. Work with him?? These little sessions are like $190.00 a piece and that is for a 53 minute session? That is fine like I said if they are doing what is needed and it will help him. Sheri said that she wasn't sure how his first session was going to help because she didn't really do anything. I figure okay maybe this is just a first session thing where they get Triton used to the facility and get him comfortable with the councilor so that he can be taught more easily.
So, I take him to his second session and the facility is better looking and cleaner than the last so that was a plus. The lady that took my little man was an elderly woman probably 60 and she wasn't too professional looking in dress or courtesy. Sheri said that this lady played with Triton on day one and didn't really try to get him to say a thing just played with him and used words to inform him of everything he was doing or playing with. This is something that we basically do at home. I sit there this whole hour and she doesn't try to get Triton to say a thing? She doesn't say a word to me to help me with him at home either. She or whom ever is charging a butt load of money to do nothing. I don't know where the money is going, but it seemed to be a complete waste. As well, she coughed into her hand and didn't wash or sanitize before playing with the same toys that Triton was playing with right after doing it! I am a person that is a germophope true, but if you want to keep taking family after family's money then at least have the decency to wash your hands after coughing. So, he isn't going back there and we are going to find a preschool program to get him into. He will be around more children and it will be less money. Money like I said wasn't the issue we have no problem paying the money but at least do something with the child for more than 53 minutes a week for the amount that you charge! I mean I should have asked to see this lady's credentials and how she is so special to get paid so much, but she probably would have handed me a boogery tissue with her name on it. Oh yeah, SHE DOESN'T USE TISSUES!!!
Okay I am finished venting about that for now. Needless to say we won't be taking him back there again. I have made my little boy watch a few more movies that encourage him to use words instead of letting him watch Tom and Jerry all of the time. He loves to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Sesame Street which are great, but when I need the big television I let him watch Disney movies or whatever he usually wants one his own smaller TV, but lately he has been forced to watch "Your Baby Can Read" videos, he doesn't like them much, but he is getting used to the fact that we aren't going to let him slack anymore.
On July 4th (Sunday) I was able to bless baby Quinn. It was such a great experience and I will post some pictures of her in her dress. I wasn't nervous as much about blessing her as I was with Triton but I cried more this time during the prayer/blessing. I am not a person that likes to talk ask anyone who knows me. It has been easier for me to relay feeling on paper. Not because I don't like to talk, I don't for sure like to talk, but it is because if I talk about anything that is emotional to me I cry like a little baby! I always thought that I would be a good actor in the sense that I could basically cry at any time, so the emotional scenes of a movie wouldn't be at all hard to pull off.
Like posting this blog about Triton not being able to talk is emotional to me, but of course I am not dripping tears on the keyboard as I am typing, but I have no doubt if I were to talk to anyone face to face about it that I would bawl like a little school girl with a skinned knee! Alright I guess I am finished with this post, and will hopefully have pics on the next one.

Well?

I entered last weeks tournament because I wanted to win and get enough money to get myself a new bag for my clubs. I accomplished that goal, somewhat! The tournament was a two day event and after day one I was three behind the leader. I had a very good day of golf and shot an 80 at a par 72 course. It is good for me and pretty good for my flight. There was another gentleman that shot a 77? I was paired up with him and three other guys on the second day. Some guy shot an 82 and another an 84. I figured that I would only have to beat the one guy that shot a 77. I have no idea how he shot a 77 because he wasn't that good. I ended up beating him by one stroke on the second day (even though I did horrible on day 2) and the guy that shot an 82 the first day shot a 75 on the second day! He must have been sandbagging before the tournament because he said that the 82 he shot on day one was the first time this year that he had shot under 90 all year! Right....... And then you conveniently shoot a 75 to break 80 the very next day! Okay if you feel good about sand bagging then so be it. So, he won first place Gross which means before handicap is added in. I tied for first in the Net portion which is obviously after handicap is added in. I won the above trophy and $195 credit for the pro shop. The bag that I wanted was $199 so I wasn't too mad about paying the extra and the tax on top because the tournament was only $35.00. That is if I had to pay extra, when I went in to get the bag, the nice gentleman behind the desk said that we would just call it even. So I didn't have to pay the extra, what a nice guy right? I was very happy with my prize and with the results, but I wasn't happy with my golf on day two. I shot an 84 on day two. I guess I can't complain since I got what I wanted that being the new golf bag.

Triton's birthday was on the 22nd and we had a little party for him at Sheri's mom's. Pretty much everyone else had plans already or were out of town so his party was little this year. This is him getting ready to blow out the candles.

Big boy eating his cake, he must have liked it because he ate most of that piece you see here. What a cute boy he is.

Here is the little chubby cheeked boy opening presents. He is still cute even with cake crumbs all over his face.

Baby girl oblivious to what is going on around takes a little nap.

We got Triton a bike for his birthday but the one that he decided he wanted wasn't at the store so we are waiting for it to be delivered. He had a chance to go home with one from the store but he liked others better just from their small picture. Heck even now days if I have a chance to leave the store with something or wait for an order I leave the store with it! What a little "Big" boy he is to have the patience to wait. Happy Birthday Triton.

Probably Boring

Golf.
I will label each topic so my mom can skip over the boring ones. Okay, so we know that I have been struggling with golf all year. I have tried so many new things in the past two to four years I don't even know where to begin. You might simply say take a lesson! The club pros should be able to help him. Well, my main issue has always bean hitting a wood whether it be the driver or three wood. I have taken lessons and I wasn't able to get the kind of help I wanted. I was told to change my grip, I thought that worked and it did help a bit, I am kind of using that old grip and the new one (new being 2 years). When taking lessons the club pros that I worked with all said that I had a good swing and would try to get me to think of things that would enable me to keep my own swing yet score better. I knew that something wasn't right with my back swing and nobody would address that issue even if I told them that was what I thought was my main concern. They said, no it is fine you don't have to worry about that.
A couple of weeks ago I was mega pissed again and was thinking of taking yet another lesson from someone else this time. I had to skip one of the biggest tournaments of the year because I had no confidence. I am always in the yard swinging a club and hitting plastic or foam golf balls while Triton is hitting real golf balls. He is getting way good by the way, you would not want to stand in front of him while he is hitting even if you were 20 yards ahead of him. If he hit you it would hurt for sure. So, we are out in the yard and I am trying anything and everything to get my club head to remain square at impact. I would think I would have something and try it on the course and it wouldn't work. This has happened what seems like a million times in the past 4 years. Before Sheri went back to work from being on maternity leave I was able to golf early in the mornings on my days off. 3 weeks ago I had a new thought process. It is to make sure that not only is the club head lined up and address but that my shoulders are as well. Of course the pros have told me this, but with my swing I wasn't able to stay lined up with either because of my swing plane. I threw on another thought process and that was to hit down on the ball. I thought that I had always been doing this but I actually wasn't because the pros tell you to swing through the ball. Swinging through the ball is what was causing me to duck hook the ball. A duck hook is horrible, it is when the ball takes off and just does almost a U turn in the air and flies left. The most distance I have had when duck hooking the ball is maybe 200 yards. My normal drives were anywhere from 100 to 200 yards and of course always left. So, I was lining up the driver, lining up my shoulders and now hitting down on the ball. This was starting to work a bit, but once I added in another thought it seemed to all come together. That was to take the club up and to the outside in the back swing. I had always been told to keep the club head low and to extend in the back swing. This caused me to come over the top with the club. I have three thoughts that I tell myself while setting up to the ball now. They are line, back, down. Line is for line up, back is for bringing the club back instead of under, and down is simply hitting down on the ball.
This is only about a week and a half in mind you, but in my last three rounds of golf I have only had one drive that was a bit of a duck hook. I am calling it my new swing now, but since these last three rounds with the new swing I probably haven't had a drive under 250 yards, unless it was into the wind. 250 yards isn't special by any means, but it is when your usual shot is 50 - 100 yards behind that. These drives are in the middle or just off into the rough as well. Whereas before they would be way left and in the woods or deep deep rough. So of course I figure out something a week after a big tournament. I was upset that I missed it, but thinking on it now I might not have won my division because I was still tinkering. My last round of golf was on a cold windy day and I was only 8 over par. I was still tinkering with it on the front 9 but it all seemed to come together on the last 8 holes. I was 7 over par after triple bogeying ten. Then from hole 11 to 18 I was only one over and that last bogey was a three putt from 20 feet, pretty dumb. So, there is a tournament this weekend at a course that I hate, but I am expecting to win. If I can play half of the holes the way that I finished this last weekend then I will win first place easily. I am expecting to win my division with no problems. This is a 2 day tournament so if I can have 18 really good holes then it is mine for the taking. My confidence it at an all time high. So, I will hopefully start fulfilling some of them golf goals that I had made for myself at the beginning of the year. These goals were if you didn't read them in a previous blog to
Drop to a 6.5 handicap.
Score 10 or more eagles.
Shoot par at least 5 times.
Never allow Henry to win.
Now Henry has beaten me a few times this year, but I didn't have the swing that I wanted. He shouldn't beat me ever again this year and I will keep posted about that. I will still be happy if he doesn't beat me again because this new swing is great. 6.5 handicap, wow I was really optimistic huh? Right now it is at a 14.9 and if I drop to an 8 by the end of this year I will be happy so maybe that goal of 6.5 can be raised to an 8? Shoot par 5 times this year is a lofty one too, but if I can start making long putts and keep the same swing I had this last weekend then that one could happen no problem. 10 or more eagles? That one is probably not going to happen, but I will sure try. I have had more eagle opportunities this year than ever, I just can't make a long putt like I said. I am loving the new putter and trying out a new swing for the putter as well. It has helped me too, so everything is coming together and I am hoping to post a new blog Sunday night telling everyone that I did win the tournament like I knew I was going to.

Poker.
I had given up poker for a couple of months and didn't really miss it at all. I would still watch new poker programs on the television, but that was about it. I didn't play didn't really want to. There wasn't the normal live game either or I probably would have played even though I hated the game because the people are nice and it is fun most of the time. 4 weeks ago the game started back up and I had a chance to go on my day off. I took home the most money that night and was able to go the next two weeks after that and I haven't lost yet. I haven't won much have you, but not losing for me is great because I hate to say have bad luck. I would like to blame it all on luck, but I can see that taking a break from the game a lot of it was my attitude and the way I was playing. I decided to have my uncle transfer my money back to me on the websites that I had told him I was just giving to him. I had transferred somewhere around $75 on two websites. He had kept track of what I gave him and he transferred $27.70 back to me on pokerstars and $46.00 back to me on Fulltilt. That $46 was actually on Doylesroom, but he wasn't allowed to transfer on that site for some reason. I didn't mind because Fulltilt has this new style of poker that is fun and fast. So, since deciding to start playing poker again I haven't lost one session. I have made over $87 in 10 sessions. Over $50 of that is from playing a live game not online. My goal online is to win $1.00 per session for my first 30 times. It should be easy since after only 7 times I am up over $33.00. I think I am playing better and having a little better luck. I am not having the urge to play as much after taking that long break, but that is a good thing.

QT

Quinn is doing good, I guess these last 4 days Quinn has slept pretty good. Maybe it was just after her worst night with me that she decided to start sleeping better. Last weekend I had the luxury of staying up with her while Sheri slept. I had been talking to my mom on the phone for about an hour and she knew that I was tired from sleep deprivation, but she wouldn't believe that Quinn would keep me up for at least another 2 or 3 hours. I got off the phone with my mom at about 9:30 and figured Quinn might let me sleep at 11:30 or midnight. This little darling angel of mine decided to have her most pissy night ever. She wouldn't sleep for more than 15 minutes even though I was doing everything I could think of to assist her. I also had a tee time to get of for at 5:30. She finally fell asleep at 2:00am I got up at 5:00 when she made a noise and I made Sheri take over and I still went golfing. I was not happy with baby girl that night I tell you what because she was basically awake from 6:30 pm to 2:00am with only them little 15 minute power naps. She wasn't even happy after these little naps either, she would wake up so fussy and angry! I think that she had bad gas. I guess one day this last week she allowed Sheri to sleep from 10:00pm to almost 4:00am or just after? I think that she has been sleeping good for Sheri but Sheri herself can't catch a break because Triton has been a sick boy for the past 3 nights. Maybe Quinn just knows that Triton is keeping mom up so she doesn't have to? Poor Triton he is the saddest boy when he is sick.
About 5 days ago Sheri said that Triton decided to get up for the day at about 7:00 or 7:30. He usually sleeps at least until 8:30 and sometimes 9:30. I was watching Triton that day and I saw him laying over by his TV watching cartoons. I asked him a question and he didn't move. I decided to walk over and see if he was alive. He was sleeping in the middle of the day? We haven't made him take a nap since Quinn's birth and since he got up early that day I thought he was just tired. It must have been more than that because Sheri said that he wanted to go to bed before 8:00 that night. She took him up to bed and he slept the whole night. He got up even earlier that next day and was a big sluggish here and there, but I guess that following night he threw up in his bed and has been sick ever since. We might give it another day or two before we take him to the doctor. Poor boy!

Who's Your Daddy?

Here is little Quinn fast asleep, during the day of course! When taking care of her and seeing her in different moods I have noticed that she resembles Gary Sinise? This is kind of weird because I play cards with Gary Sinise's father from time to time. I hadn't seen the old timer in a while because there hasn't been a game in some time. This last week he showed up and I was pullling into the drive when he was exiting his vehicle. I ran to catch up with him to tell him the news about the new arrival to my family and shared my insight on how much Quinn from time to time looks like his son. Without missing a beat he informed me that Gary hadn't been in town for years. It flew over my head at first because he is a nice guy and I didn't figure him as a prankster. I finally caught on to the fact that he was saying that there was no way that Gary could be the father! Hahaha!

A quick pic of little Triton at the golf course.

Quinn vs Triton

Round one obviously goes to Quinn! Okay so this wasn't caused by baby girl. A couple of weeks ago Triton was outside terrorizing the cats. I could care less if he is giving the cats a hard time but on this day he was doing a no no. We were outside in the yard and I was trying to figure out the dumb golf swing and I turn around and see that Triton is in the flower garden. That is a big no no by itself however he was also throwing the rocks that are in the garden at the cats. I told him to get his butt out of there in a stern voice and he turned and ran right through a couple of hanging branches from the rose bush. He didn't really cry except when I held him still to pull a thorn that was barely stuck on his face under his eye. I knew that he didn't know that his face was bleeding and we played outside for some time after that. We came inside and I decided to show him his face in the mirror to see if he would freak like I suspected. He didn't freak out totally but you could tell that he was upset and thought that he was in instant pain after seeing his scratches. I felt bad for him after it happened but he is fine and all healed up now.
Here are a few pictures of baby girl. She is doing well except she thinks that nap time is when we are awake and awake time is when we need to sleep. She is pretty sick right now too. She has caught a cold and is mega stuffy. I have never heard a baby that has so much mucus and boogers blocking airways. Poor Quinn.

Golf and Stuff

The weekend after Quinn was born Henry and I played in a golf tournament. It was a two day doubles tournament held at a local course in town. It is at a course that I can't stand because a round of golf at this course is at least going to take 5 hours! That is horrible! I might get to that later, but hopefully not.
The first day of the tournament was a scramble format, which means that you and your partner tee off and then both of you play from the same spot after that. So, if I were to drive the ball into the trees or out of bounds and Henry drove his ball in the middle of the fairway we would obviously play from his location and not worry about my drive. That is actually what happened most of the day too. The weather was horrible, winds were probably 20-30 miles an hour, it snowed a bit here and there and it was pretty dang cold. Henry and I knew that we would have an advantage golfing in those conditions because we always golf in that poor weather anyway. When others are in their homes hiding and waiting for warmer weather to golf in Henry and I are out on the course freezing our butts off. That was a main reason that I agreed to golf with him. He has been golfing pretty good this year so far. He didn't disappoint on day one either. I bailed him out only a few times, but either than that he held me up. We had a 4 shot lead going into the final day.
Day two wasn't much better as far as the weather but it was about 10 degrees warmer. Still pretty windy and again we had a snow flurry or two. There were three teams that shot a 2 over score of 74 on day one and we had a great day of golf and came in with the lead of a 2 under 70. We knew that we would be paired up with one of the teams that were tied for second. I love pressure and competition. I figured that the group we would be paired up with would be better than us and probably stuck up. I can't stand people that think they are better than others and I treat them the same way that they probably treat everyone. To begin the day I could tell that one of the guys was this way and wasn't sure about his partner. This second day of golf was a best ball format. This means that both people play their own balls during the entire hole. Thus if I score a 6 on a hole and Henry scores a 4 we would take the 4 and again my score wouldn't matter. We extended our lead on this team by one on the very first hole because Henry and I both parred and both of them bogeyed. The second hole I had an eagle putt and so did the other guy who was the stuck up one on their team. Henry drained a 50 footer from off the green for birdie and gave me a go ahead and make sure I get my eagle putt to the hole. I missed the eagle and birdied the hole as well. This other guy on their team missed his eagle putt as well. We kept extending our lead on these guys all day and they only beat us 1 hole out of 18. The one guy that I wasn't sure if he was going to be stuck up ended up being an alright fellow, his partner the one that I sensed thought he was better than us seemed to keep that demeanor the whole day even though we kicked his butt. After hole 16 we were even par on the day and I felt that we had the tournament in the bag. We ended up bogeying the last two holes to shoot a 74 and a total score of 144. We get back to the clubhouse and see that there isn't another team that was in our flight that was under 150. There was however a few scores that hadn't been posted yet. Come to find out that one of the other teams that was tied for second to begin the day shot a 69 to go along with their 74 and beat us 143 to 144. It seemed a little fishy that their score wasn't posted until our score was figured? We won credit in the pro shop and only lost out on $50 a piece for not getting first and maybe a trophy. I found out as well that after this tournament was over that one of the gentleman on the winning team was re-rated, which means that during tournaments his score is substantially better than that of his scores that he is posting to establish a handicap, so he isn't allowed to golf in that same flight anymore. It is basically a way to say that he is a sand bagger and cheats to win. He still gets this win and we lose out on a tournament that we should have won so who cares right? Maybe not! It is nice to know that Henry and I deserved first even though we didn't win. True we could have parred the last two holes and still won, but we know that we didn't cheat like their team did.
Henry golfed really great like I mentioned he held me up most of the time. After we teed off on a short par 3 on hole 16 Henry said that he was shaking. It wasn't extremely cold and he isn't one to shiver because of cold anyway so I asked him why? He said that he couldn't handle the pressure like I could and he was nervous. He must have tapped into something to golf as good as he did because it was the best I have ever seen him golf. In the past I mentioned that he is so lucky it isn't even funny. That weekend he didn't really have any lucky bounces or anything like that. He just golfed good and also took home money for closest to the pin and a couple of other extra money pots. I shot an 84 on day two and he shot an 80 and this is on a par 72 course. We golfed this last weekend a week after the tournament at an easier course and he shot over 100! I told everyone that I was glad he held it together for the tournament and won me some money! I am getting a new putter with the money that I won, it supposedly has been ordered and I can't wait to have it in my bag. It is so pretty that I might have to sleep next to it a few nights to begin with to let it know that it has a new loving home! I need a new driver but I can't stand woods so it was basically get a new driver or a new putter. I figured that 70 percent of the game is putting anyway so I went with the putter. I need a new bag as well but I have wanted this style of putter forever. A new bag and driver will have to hold on until I can first of all hit a wood with some consistency and win more money in another tournament to get a new bag and a new driver.
This is my new putter!!


Okay enough golf. Quinn is doing great and a little less than a week after being born she had her first doctor's visit. She had already gained 6 ounces and the doctor said that is basically unheard of. She isn't a good sleeper at night! During the day she sleeps pretty good and even with the television blaring she sleeps right though it. At night when it is quiet is when she wakes up tossing and turning! It is frustrating and Sheri is having a hard time with it. I just came back to work tonight and Sheri is dreading being home alone for so long with no back up parent to help at night. I hope and pray that she will do fine and I will help her out a ton on the nights that I don't work. Quinn had better sleep through the night before Triton did that is for sure! We tended to him throughout just about every night for 9 months. He was out first and of course we were worried with any little noise that he made so we would jump at his every whimper. We finally tired of it and decided to let him cry himself back to sleep one night and since then he has been a great sleeper. I am thinking that Quinn isn't going to get the same treatment, but for right now with her being so small and needing eat every 4 hours we can hold out for awhile.