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.

At least he'll sleep well?

The tramp is reminding me why I quit gymnastics at 4. Once while all trussed up, I landed on the springs. No injury, I was just freaked and mom couldn't make me walk in there again.

Sort of like how I was ok with swimming lessons until the day I discovered the water was deeper than I was high. I think I was 3. Couldn't get me back in that pool for love or money. I had serious trust issues, I guess. I re-started lessons when I was 6 or so and did fine...until an instructor tried to get me to dive by sweeping my feet out from under me (without asking me) when I was 12 or 13. I wouldn't dive after that. That was all that was between me and lifeguarding cert. Well, and age.

I still can't dive.

That would be rhythmic gymnastics.

Ah, good point.

I am excited for rhythmic gymnastics!