So you met up with my fam, I hear. I'm sure you were treated to 'Wanna see me do the splits?' a la Weeanimal.
She told me they were "self taught" and Ewen and I are basically BFF's because I gave him a homemade cookie. I've never witnessed such a giant smile. What a heartbreaker!
Sorry to have missed you but we can't all be enjoying summer camp when there are shoes to sell.
You know it! Yeah, little Ewen is quite a monkey. Just imagine when he's 200cm, 100kgs, and has a vertical leap of 1.5m. Folks will not wish to be on the other side of the volleyball net when EDawg's playing! Well, they might come to see his female fan club...
You go Dad!! :-)
Are you guys sticking around at all after WT?
You may need to work on EDawg's left hand - to make him extra potent as a 5-1 setter. As for his charm, well, it's easy to see where he gets that from as well as his enthusiasm for cookies. I've never seen anyone sprint so fast at the word cookie.
Oh, I'm working on his 'lefthandedness'...believe me. He definitely kicks with his right leg but will do some things with his left hand a la Hansel. I can just see it now, EDawg jumping up with his massive hops to shoot set his power hitter and then WHAP...what's this?...oh no...a crushing straight down lefty hit smoking the inside of the attack line, barely missing the opposing setter's nose...again.
As for WT, our flights home are for Monday at 8h00 so there won't be any time for extended chillaxing, unfortunately.
When I was a kid and people were trying to figure out the reason for my terrible handwriting (it actually mattered then), they decided I was cross-dominant, i.e. I should have been lefthanded but ended up being righthanded because I watched other people do stuff. Sounds like EDawg may be in that boat!
Bash - I still care deeply about printing and cursive, I promise!
Uh oh! You might fail me out of kindergarten! In Grade 3, I was the last student to be promoted from the Printing Group to the Writing Group - only because I would have been alone in the group, not because I had achieved the desired standard. Then my Grade 5 teacher told my Mom that I would never make anything of myself because my cursive writing was so bad. I remember Mom weeping over that at home. Pretty sure I had the top average in my class that year but no one anticipated computers so the teacher honestly believed my future was bleak. Yikes.