This morning, Ethan walked around with an old lady's walking stick around his neck. [I'm guessing it belonged to a woman, because of it's fashionable giraffe-like print on the high polished wood. Thankfully, she didn't see my son wearing it while she had it parked up against the wall.]
First he was stroking it softly, saying "Ooki my steak" - Look at my snake. The horror!
Then he started strumming the piece of wood like the guitar it could've been, singing the animal songs that he remembers from Bonny Babies.
What an entertainer!
I'm glad that we could retire the walking aid to its original waiting place without further incident or injury. That would not have gone down well.
Just before the end of the service, a rider on her horse went by the front door. Of course, my horse-loving son was right there to see it. And by the time we left for home, everyone both up and down the road knew that he so desperately wanted to ride the horse!
We enjoyed China Moon lunch for a treat - complete with fortune cookies and delicious chicken wings!
This evening, while P-J sat at the fire tending to the apple-wood smoked burger patties, Jorja took another tumble off the bicycle. This has been quite an eina weekend for her. No matter the injury, she is determined to ride down the hill toward the gym door, putting all of her stopping capability trust in her newly acquired back peddling skills!
I saw the wheels fly into the sky and then heard the scream...
Not a word of a lie: I think I did a 100m sprint national qualifying time. In fact, Farmer Dale said that he was running in the same direction, but when I passed him, it felt as if he was going backward! That's adrenalin, right?
Whatever it was, I got there in good time and although I was horrified to see Jorja screeching in pain and tangled up in the bike, after a few quick inspections, we could see that we didn't have to go down the hospital. What a relief.
First he was stroking it softly, saying "Ooki my steak" - Look at my snake. The horror!
Then he started strumming the piece of wood like the guitar it could've been, singing the animal songs that he remembers from Bonny Babies.
What an entertainer!
I'm glad that we could retire the walking aid to its original waiting place without further incident or injury. That would not have gone down well.
Just before the end of the service, a rider on her horse went by the front door. Of course, my horse-loving son was right there to see it. And by the time we left for home, everyone both up and down the road knew that he so desperately wanted to ride the horse!
We enjoyed China Moon lunch for a treat - complete with fortune cookies and delicious chicken wings!
This evening, while P-J sat at the fire tending to the apple-wood smoked burger patties, Jorja took another tumble off the bicycle. This has been quite an eina weekend for her. No matter the injury, she is determined to ride down the hill toward the gym door, putting all of her stopping capability trust in her newly acquired back peddling skills!
I saw the wheels fly into the sky and then heard the scream...
Not a word of a lie: I think I did a 100m sprint national qualifying time. In fact, Farmer Dale said that he was running in the same direction, but when I passed him, it felt as if he was going backward! That's adrenalin, right?
Whatever it was, I got there in good time and although I was horrified to see Jorja screeching in pain and tangled up in the bike, after a few quick inspections, we could see that we didn't have to go down the hospital. What a relief.
Two very different children, but both very entertaining! Jorja WILL be cycling properly before you go home!
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