today we went to a big car boot sale.
Zachary of course, (junk boy extraordinaire) came home with a few bits and pieces. One being these weird walking things. (Technical term for I don't know what the hell they are called!). They cost him all of $4.00 and he is thrilled.
Now, he is naturally very good at all balance things, always has been. That's why he was so good at gymnastics, why he learnt to ride a 2 wheeler bike by the age of 3 without training wheels and why he is fabulous at Trials Riding. (oh and riding the unicycle)
Most of the day he was running and jumping in these things - taking giant steps etc. He really enjoyed them. A few times I would hear a thump and then the words 'I'm ok' and off he would go again.
This last time, I heard a thump and an 'oomph' and then silence. Then I heard Stan say 'Are you ok?' and then I heard crying. So, being the good mum that I am, I went outside and saw him sitting in the chair. Tears rolling down his face.
Stay there, I say. I come back inside and get (nope no bandaids or ointment)
I get my CAMERA!
Ba ha ha!
He looked at me and said 'What are you doing?' I said, 'Your tears look fantastic, I just want to take a few photos....'
He looked at me as if I was stark, raving mad.
I am.
Here is the damaged knee....not too bad in the scheme of things really.
And finally - here are three more photos of him cause he looked so darn cute!!!
In this one he is saying 'dooooon't' but then started laughing....
Zachary of course, (junk boy extraordinaire) came home with a few bits and pieces. One being these weird walking things. (Technical term for I don't know what the hell they are called!). They cost him all of $4.00 and he is thrilled.
Now, he is naturally very good at all balance things, always has been. That's why he was so good at gymnastics, why he learnt to ride a 2 wheeler bike by the age of 3 without training wheels and why he is fabulous at Trials Riding. (oh and riding the unicycle)
Most of the day he was running and jumping in these things - taking giant steps etc. He really enjoyed them. A few times I would hear a thump and then the words 'I'm ok' and off he would go again.
This last time, I heard a thump and an 'oomph' and then silence. Then I heard Stan say 'Are you ok?' and then I heard crying. So, being the good mum that I am, I went outside and saw him sitting in the chair. Tears rolling down his face.
Stay there, I say. I come back inside and get (nope no bandaids or ointment)
I get my CAMERA!
Ba ha ha!
He looked at me and said 'What are you doing?' I said, 'Your tears look fantastic, I just want to take a few photos....'
He looked at me as if I was stark, raving mad.
I am.
Here is the damaged knee....not too bad in the scheme of things really.
And finally - here are three more photos of him cause he looked so darn cute!!!
In this one he is saying 'dooooon't' but then started laughing....