Birthday Money

Do your kids have too many things? Too much stuff? Too many toys? Too much to clean up?
Mine too!

Back in September Calvin received some birthday money. We were trying to be a little more creative with this gift money, so instead of heading to the store we asked him what he wanted to DO.

This is what he came up with.

What kind of miniature golf course would it be without a windmill.

My Utah-raised husband and my Wyoming-born friend call it put-put golf.

Andrew at Queen Anne's Doll House. He liked chasing the balls. Especially the ones that go through a slot on a higher green only to pop out on the lower green.

Two balls, but no children ended up in the water hazards.



It was a good day (back on October 15).
Lots of fun! No new "stuff" except pictures and memories.

What about you?
Do you have a favorite way to spend (save?) gift money?
Do you call it miniature golf, put-put golf, goofy golf, something else?

Comments

Anonymous said…
It's just putt putt. And that's a great idea for spending Bday money. K's gets saved in her piggy bank... which is now full and needs to be deposited in her account. However, she doesn't want to take it to the bank "because they won't give me the very same money back." She wants each exact quarter, dollar, etc...
kmc
November 15, 2010 at 7:59 PM
Stephanie said…
We call it miniature golf...and we haven't gone in AGES (since before kids).

I think that "experience gifts" are wonderful. In fact, I much prefer them to material gifts...for both my kids and for myself.

stephanie@metropolitanmama.net
November 16, 2010 at 9:36 PM
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