Mini-golf and a Meal Meltdown

During a mini-vacation to Fairfield last week, Gramma and Papa took us out miniature golfing. We found out that Nora is SO not ready for a little putt-putt yet. Gramma graciously chased her around the course while the rest of us tried to remember how to golf.


Then as a special treat, we went to the nearest McDonald's so Nora could romp about in the play structure. (Sidenote: In an effort to discourage our kids from liking fast food, when we drive by a McDonalds, we sometimes tell her that the food there is "yucky." The other day in Visalia she spied a McDonalds and said, "Gramma told me McDonalds was good, not yucky." Well, I guess if Gramma says so... :) Anyway, after a good 15 minutes of a power struggle (we wanted her to heat her food before playing, she did not) she got a time out, which was apparently enough to knock down her pride and get her to eat, and Grandpa gleefully climbed all around the play structure with her.

And thanks Mom and Dad for our date night! You're the best!