We started out the fun with frisbee golf. Some of us knew how to play. Some of us did not. And some of us were aware of disc golf etiquette which dictates that everyone stays perceptively behind the person who is out (furthest from the hole.) Some did not. That's probably why I got hit in the back of the head, which is a bit of concern because my brain cells are washing away by the minute as it is. And while we're on the topic, here is a little more frisbee golf etiquette:
- If you see an errant disc disappear into the rough near you, from another hole, take the time to give the unfortunate thrower an idea of where to look for her/his disc
- If possible, try to grant the requests of other players, however ridiculous they may seem to you (like “don’t talk to my disc” or “don’t stand directly behind me-even if you’re 15
feet away”. It’s always easier to just take the high road and
let it go. - If you find an abandoned disc, attempt to reunite it with its owner. Ask the groups ahead of you if they left a disc behind, then either turn it in to Lost & Found or call the phone number on the bottom.
- Don’t talk about someone else’s game unless they bring it up.
- Don’t talk about your game too much.
- If you feel compelled to share etiquette tips with others, make sure to pick your words and tone carefully. Most players are not ‘rude’ on purpose, but out of blissful ignorance. They don’t consciously plan to aggravate you. And they may be disc golfing for the first or second time ever, so try to enlighten them with a smile rather than scold them with a scowl. (That was demonstrated nicely for me.)
The next day we received a fun visit from the Giles. They brought a cute baby too so we were double blessed. Some played on the playground while others played bocce. We all had fun, and I need to note that the temp was in the 80's on an August day in Atlanta. It was a miracle.
Saturday night was a sad night because our cute baby wasn't feeling very well. But his momma and daddy took good care of him. There's a lot of happiness in seeing your children create and dedicate themselves to a family unit that is theirs forever.
Sunday I had to leave the party to go to another party. Paul was having ACL surgery in Memphis. He was a very good patient and rode in the back of the car all the way back to Atlanta without complaining. He managed his pain with Tylenol and ditched the crutches after the first day. He even saved the day with an emergency car repair run to get the alternator replaced. He's such a stud.
The Atlanta party continued with a great visit with the Sultans. Jack dubbed Hyrum, "Baby Hy," which I think is adorable. Rebecca complimented Hyrum on his fat thighs and loved that baby like southern girls do. And Max created and offered beautiful gifts from the heart, Duplo towers carefully crafted.
On Andrew's day off we played some intense 4-square with Joseph behind the camera. Then Andrew identified some amazing action shots for your viewing pleasure. Can't you just feel the excitement?
One of my favorite activities was taking a million pictures because I had all these beautiful people around. So this is their gift to me.
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| Their "Miller" smile. Code-show all your teeth, especially the ones on the bottom. |
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| Grandma, no more pictures. |
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| "Mom, Grandma won't stop taking pictures of me!" |
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| Okay, a couple more. |
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| Uncle Andrew vying for best uncle position. |
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| Selfies rock! |
And then they had to go. Just a few last pictures of the cuteness...
And they were off. Thanks for coming! We love you! See you at Christmas! And if this party looks fun to anyone, you should come for Christmas too.
<3 <3 <3
2 comments:
Looks like a blast! The pictures are fabulous! Hyrum is so chubby and adorable. I love the open mouthed smile. I laughed at the comment on getting hit and the etiquette on frisbee golf. I also wished I was there with all those people I love.
Also, will you tell Paul that we are sorry about his surgery, but glad that it went smoothly.
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