Playing With Purpose

One of the best features of the place that we stayed this year with my mom and dad is the Putt-Putt course. It is laid out around the playground equipment, and is a full 18 holes. 

It was free, and all we had to do was head to the main office and pick up putters and balls. 

I am not kidding when I say that my kids spent hours playing Putt-Putt on this trip. 

The weather was perfect for it...not so cold that you didn't want to be outside, no rain.

We didn't keep score most of the time.

They just putted

and putted

and putted to their hearts' content.

"Putted" is a strange word. Let's see the principle parts of the very "putt": to putt, putt/putts, putted, putting, putted. Or is it to putt, putt/putts, putt, putting, putt? I could google it, I guess. These are the things that occupy my brain on a daily basis.

The kids weren't thinking about grammar on vacation. (Although, I'm sure Michaela should have been, at least a little.) (Oops.)

Christian? He did do a little work while we were gone, because he missed some days of school. But on the course? He was thinking of sand traps. And holes-in-one.

I think they each got several holes-in-one.

Especially Eliana. (Sometimes it took her eight tries, but then she would finally cry out,"Hole-in-one!") 

We had a great time on our fun Williamsburg excursions, but it was nice to be able to get them outside, without any agenda, just to play, too.

Isn't that what they do best? (Besides make messes...)

Eliana once told me,"Playing IS working, Mommy!" 

They are masters of play.

And Michaela was stylish, too. 

Playing in style, playing with purpose...and most of the time without fighting...now that was a good time!