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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...
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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
12 February 2009 at 17:06
Unknown said…
Great photo! He has a long way but I'm sure he will make his mark on the world.
12 February 2009 at 17:37
Unknown said…
Dude, how cute is that!
12 February 2009 at 17:56
Miles McClagan said…
Antwerp for me IS the Olympics, I lost interested after that

Helsinki was good too
12 February 2009 at 18:43
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, do they nag them to go higher, faster, stronger? ;)
12 February 2009 at 19:16
Kris McCracken said…
Uncertainhorizon, here's hoping, and I can retire early!
12 February 2009 at 19:17
Kris McCracken said…
Pentaxjunkie, he is attractive young man.
12 February 2009 at 19:18
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, Helsinki is a standout for me, but you really can't go past Antwerp for sheer fun.
12 February 2009 at 19:20
Anonymous said…
Nice to see the two of them.
12 February 2009 at 21:46
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!
12 February 2009 at 22:52
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
12 February 2009 at 23:19
Diederick Wijmans said…
Don't ruin his hopes, so don't ever tell him!!
13 February 2009 at 05:00
stromsjo said…
Now this is what I'd call an environmentally friendly mode of transportation.
13 February 2009 at 07:26
Kris McCracken said…
April, I'm not sure that Jen agrees...
13 February 2009 at 07:37
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I think that Wally (Waldo for our American friends), is a mite leaner that the little bloke.
13 February 2009 at 07:38
Kris McCracken said…
KL, poor old Ian Thorpe. All he wants to do is muck about with his mates...
13 February 2009 at 07:45
Kris McCracken said…
Blognote, I'll keep quiet.
13 February 2009 at 07:45
Kris McCracken said…
Per, it might not get you far, but it's carbon emmissions are low!
13 February 2009 at 07:47
Squirrel said…
he has his whole life ahead of him and his mom and his dad. lucky child!
13 February 2009 at 15:29
Kris McCracken said…
Squirrel, if he lets me sleep!
13 February 2009 at 15:38
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.
13 February 2009 at 20:39
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, she's very shy, is Jen.
14 February 2009 at 18:57
Dina said…
Aww, sweet, Jen!
Reminds me of my weeks with Eyal on the other end of our seesaw.
Have fun!
16 February 2009 at 15:54
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, this was a particularly good see-saw, one with springs!
16 February 2009 at 19:03
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!
25 March 2009 at 11:32
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they need a high bar to excel.
26 March 2009 at 10:39
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