Fail how? Lost diaper or rebellious Noah?

Noah HATES the kayak (ironic, isn't it, that this boy is named after Mr. Shipman himself?). Last time, I thought it was the PFD, so i got him a different one, which he did seem to like better.

And he likes the boat if it is on land. But the little toad FLIPPED OUT like a mammal (where does that saying come from by the way). We paddled over to the playground. Played on the swings. Paddled down the slip where he FREAKED OUT more. Paddled back to the playground and the swings. Then back to where we put in.

As soon as we got out and put him in a dry diaper and dry clothes, on a blanket in the sand with some snacks, he was all MR. GOOD NATURED! He played contentedly for the 30 minutes it took for us to get everything up.

Sigh.

I think he thinks we're going to drown him.

where does that saying come from by the way

Ninjas!

amych, whoa. Like whoa.

I think he thinks we're going to drown him.

Heh.

I keep telling him that we spent a lot of time, angst, heartache and money to get him to this point that we aren't going to DROWN him. He's way too expensive for that. He was not even kinda convinced.

Poor little man is tired now. And his mom is sunburnt because I didn't wear my life vest.

Aww. I want Noah to like kayaking! I give you guys serious kudos for taking him, though.

I did lots of not-quite-kayaking in the kid kayaks at camp this summer. Although most of it was just paddling down to retrieve the Biscuit's ball. All summer he kept taking the ball to play with it and then dropping it in the woods by our cabin. Which would have been fine, except that the woods were just a poison ivy covered slope to the lake that our cabin adjoined. Down rolled the ball! Splash!

And then he would look at you expectantly.

Trampoline is wild to watch.

Talk about a sport that must feel like gymnastic's red-headed stepsister.

And then he would look at you expectantly.

That's a bad game. Especially with poison ivy.

All of my best parenting tricks involved exhorting Emmett to run up the steps to the slide (repeatedly, and exhaust himself) while I sat at the bottom of the slide to catch him.

Talk about a sport that must feel like gymnastic's red-headed stepsister.

That would be rhythmic gymnastics.

When I first started as a gymnast, I did acro-gymnastics (which had trampoline, double mini trampoline, tumbling and team/paired acro tumbling) which was fabulously fun and the competitions were so much faster! I was much better at that (went to Regionals and Nationals for my age division which was really young... like I was 6 or 7) than artistic gymnastics, which I got into when I was 10 or so.

Emmett to run up the steps to the slide (repeatedly, and exhaust himself) while I sat at the bottom of the slide to catch him.

Noah digs the slide. But it's really more mom goes up the slide, then slides down with him. But that's a good tip I'll have to remember for later.