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My Husband Looks Hot When . . . September 19, 2008

Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Exercise, Family, Little Man Dallin, My Handsome Husband, Utah , trackback

David has never golfed so much in his life. Since moving to Utah in May, he and his dad have golfed every week. EVERY WEEK PEOPLE. Without fail, no exceptions, no sick days, no rain checks . . . EVERY WEEK. I’m sure this is every guys dream: to have a recently retired dad to golf with during the week. For the most part, I have been very supportive of him going. I understand he needs an out, and something to take his mind off medical school. But secretly, sometimes I’m like, what the heck? You’re leaving again? I want to go to a spa every week. That ‘s the equivalent of golf to me! You golf, I’ll got to the spa . . . sounds fair.

So far, I haven’t made it to a spa. Not even once. (Well, if you count the nail salon inside Walmart where I got a pedicure for $25 from an an Asian man who doesn’t speak English . . . then I have been. However, having your feet vigorously rubbed by a man that you can’t communicate with, in a store where you can buy cereal and bicycles, isn’t my idea of a spa.)

Several times this summer, David has asked me to ride along with him while he golfs. He thought I would enjoy the peaceful atmosphere and beauty of the course. This week, Dallin and I tagged along. I had to make Dallin SWEAR he wouldn’t cry, and I SWORE I would wear Dallin in the Snugli for all 18 holes to ensure his comfort. (What else is new? I wear him all the time anyway . . .)

We did have a wonderful time. Dallin slept on me until hole 15, and then he nursed while David drove the golf cart like a crazy man looking for his stinkin’ ball.

I learned a few things while I was out golfing with David:

I can nurse anywhere, anytime, doing anything.

I can drive a golf cart while wearing my sleeping son in a Snugli

I can take lots, and lots of pictures of just about anything, and at any angle, WHILE MY SON SLEEPS ON MY PERSON.

Looking for a golf ball can be very boring.

My husband looks hot when he golfs.

My husband looks hot in a golf shirt and khakis

My husband looks hot while concentrating on hitting the ball

My husband looks hot when he swings

My husband is hot, and this is why I refer to him as my “Handsome Husband”

I probably am not that interested in learning how to play golf, (the tedious task of chasing after such a tiny ball kind of seems silly) but I do love how beautiful and quiet golf courses are, so I will certainly accompany him again. Plus, I love to see my handsome husband in action.

This is my handsome husband. He takes the game of golf very seriously.

This is his dad, Dennis. He is also very serious about the game of golf.

This is the part (right before/during the swing) where you are supposed to be quiet. Dallin and I didn’t always comply. Not all the rules apply to us you know.

This photo almost sums up the day. LOOKING FOR THE DANG BALL.

Shush! Men trying to concentrate here.

There he goes . . . chasing after that little ball again.

Isn’t he so handsome? He is very serious about this game!

I thought this was so beautiful. The reflection of the mountain in the pond was amazing.

Glad I went. Gald Dallin was introduced to the game. I’m sure this was just the first of many golf games for him. With a dad like David, our son has no choice but to love the game.