"i'm gonna be a golfer when i get big, mama!"
little beckham makes this proclamation pretty regularly much to the delight of my husband who is kinda sorta for
sure a golf fanatic. however, why shouldn't he be...he is amazing at the sport and has a passion for everything about
i'm pretty sure i'm looking into beckham's future a little bit when i hear him ask to go golfing, hit balls, or try on
his golf shoes throughout the week.
i wonder if 3 year olds can have passions about things like this...well, things other than batman, pirate
ships and m&m's.
oh, how i love how he loves everything his daddy loves. he is so much like him. i can only imagine how that
makes jeff feel inside.
peyton enjoys whatever her daddy does as well. okay, i am a tad envious that the kids are all into what their
daddy's into. she, especially my big girl... i have tried, with complete failure, to get her into a sweet love
affair with her dolls, or ballet classes, or even real babies. nope, it is her daddy she wants to please
with her golf swing or bicycle balancing.
"let the dream die, heidi!" the hubby says with a sly smile. i just want to slap him...but i don't. he's right.
it's okay. peyton's her own girl and i'm proud of her. no more french fry and ice cream bribes at dance class.
i finally let her quit after i found it to hard to watch the other little tutu'd ballerina's dance and my little one
have zero interest.
realizing that i have a lot less control over her life than i used to. dang...i kinda liked being in full control:)
my little love. just wanting her to be happy doing what she enjoys is all i can and will ever want for her and
her baby brother. that's my story...
my passion isn't as healthy...
and baby brother playing big brother...
to baby nella and lainey!