A Good Walk Spoiled

Now that he's spruced up the lawn (isn't the green pretty?), Nick's been hosting golf clinics in our front yard. It's quite the mixed class.
We have the impatient one (no clue where she gets that from):

Greta came home in a borrowed shirt & no pants yesterday. She's trying to drink out of cups without lids & that occasionally (always) causes problems.
The eager beaver (dad's southpaw)
And the first success story (Dad was so proud of her follow through)