We play disc golf. We play a lot of disc golf. I think Dani has hinted at this obsession in a previous entry, but it's due time it got its full due. What is disc golf, you say? Well, it's just like normal (ball) golf, except that you throw specialized flying discs (can't say frisbee due to trademarks) toward metal baskets instead of balls toward holes.

The goal is the same, throw your disc from the tee to the hole in the fewest amount of strokes. How hard could that be? Harder than you'd think. Just like in ball golf, there is plenty of specialized equipment. There are drivers, mid-range, and put and approach discs. I know, right?

Anyway, it's a lot of fun, and our weekends have been consumed by its pleasures. I've decided to share some photographic evidence of our excitement.



Tee sign at Westpark Disc Golf Course.



Luke driving from the tee.



Dani sinking a long one at hole 9.

Stay tuned.

While shopping at Albertson's on Saturday night, a camel pulled up next to our car. We decided it was necessary to take pictures.

Let me tell you, this camel was huge. Like 15 feet tall with his head up. Apparently even camels like great savings.

Last night was Noah’s birthday party! Our little monster is the big oh-three. We invited some of the younger crowd, but no one really showed up but my brother and sister (uncle and aunt) T.J. and Maya. We toyed with the idea of inviting the grandparents, but Noah doesn’t hang with the geriatric crowd.



No Noah! Don’t eat the candle! The cake, the cake!



Yes. Better.



eww! Danimum!



This is the cheese face. His – not mine.



Noah is convinced this is a book. It isn’t. It’s a CD. When he figures out what a CD is (Dani is stuck in the 70s and has our home stuffed full of old 45s), we’re positive he’ll love it. Thanks Gram and Pop-pop! Noah’s words, not mine.


Now he gets to rock out with Daddy. With annoying electronic beeps and boops and assorted distorted noises. Great idea, Daddy. Great idea.



Dani and I were convinced that this would be the highlight of the party. Noah got on, posed for a photo or two, and then promptly hopped off and started for the guitar. Someone needs to teach this kid about price tags.

We took some video, too, but I want to edit it and make it nice and presentable. When that happens (soon!) I’ll get it up here.

There was a time in the not so distant past when Dani played Zuma. Lots and lots of Zuma. If it weren’t for the intervention close friends and family staged, it’s possible she’d still be glued to her mouse.

It’s a puzzle game. You control a frog that shoots colored balls from your mouth. You spin around and spit balls at other balls of the same color. When you get three in a row, they explode in sound effect happiness. Dani was stuck on level 9 for the longest time, we’re talking months. So I surprised her with a Zuma survival kit. I was determined to marathon it, all night video gaming.



Dani with fresh kit and celebration cider.





North American instruction manual and introductory letter.



Trying out the shades (that monitor glare can be harsh!)

So. How did it go? She didn’t need the kit at all, and beat it on her first run through. I like to think that at least I contributed to her moral support.

Here are a few shots of the Shakespeare festival that Dani and I went to awhile back. We had a splendid time. You’ll have to excuse the minuscule quantity, we weren’t allowed to have a camera and I had to get creative.







This outdoor amphitheater is truly beautiful. Be jealous.

For more description of the festival, Dani’s post has more info.