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The world is but a perpetual see-saw.


Jen makes a return appearance, accompanying Ezra on the see-saw down near Errol Flynn Reserve in Sandy Bay. Ez is quite adept at see-sawing and showed Jen a few tricks that he likes to try.

In fact, the little bloke tells me that he is lining up to represent Australia at see-sawing in the Olympics, and practices his technique for six whole hours every single day.

I haven't got the heart to tell him that the see-saw was removed from the Olympic schedule after Antwerp in 1920, along with the tug of war and the egg and spoon race...

Comments

Tash said…
no use dashing the hopes of a dashing champion-in-training & let's always remember the role an athlete's mother plays in his success
Unknown said…
Great photo! He has a long way but I'm sure he will make his mark on the world.
Unknown said…
Dude, how cute is that!
Miles McClagan said…
Antwerp for me IS the Olympics, I lost interested after that

Helsinki was good too
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, do they nag them to go higher, faster, stronger? ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Uncertainhorizon, here's hoping, and I can retire early!
Kris McCracken said…
Pentaxjunkie, he is attractive young man.
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, Helsinki is a standout for me, but you really can't go past Antwerp for sheer fun.
Anonymous said…
Nice to see the two of them.
Sue said…
Give him a walking stick and binoculars and Ezra bears a remarkable likeness to "WALLY" of the "Where's Wally" series in that outfit. Now, THAT was a set of books that got worked overtime in this household by both boys!
I have the set and will send them over for your two when they are a bit older...they will LOVE them!
KL said…
Gorgeous pictures of both of your favorite people :-). Ask Ezra to keep up the good work; thus in the future, I would be able to tell that I personally know one olympic gold-medalist and seen him grow up. Is he by any chance trying to break Ian Thorpe's record of a great Australian Olympian? :-D
Don't ruin his hopes, so don't ever tell him!!
stromsjo said…
Now this is what I'd call an environmentally friendly mode of transportation.
Kris McCracken said…
April, I'm not sure that Jen agrees...
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I think that Wally (Waldo for our American friends), is a mite leaner that the little bloke.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, poor old Ian Thorpe. All he wants to do is muck about with his mates...
Kris McCracken said…
Blognote, I'll keep quiet.
Kris McCracken said…
Per, it might not get you far, but it's carbon emmissions are low!
Squirrel said…
he has his whole life ahead of him and his mom and his dad. lucky child!
Kris McCracken said…
Squirrel, if he lets me sleep!
yamini said…
Hi,
It was after quite a long time that we saw Jen on the blog. How are you Jen?
Ezra looks delighted at the see-saw.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, she's very shy, is Jen.
Dina said…
Aww, sweet, Jen!
Reminds me of my weeks with Eyal on the other end of our seesaw.
Have fun!
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, this was a particularly good see-saw, one with springs!
Anonymous said…
My son, don't set the bar to high. All in their own time.
My god, I'm lucky to have grandkids as outstanding as these two will one day become. Who's setting the bar now? Humiliation!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they need a high bar to excel.

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