We had a busy weekend. Grandpa and Grandpa came up for one day and in addition to hiking, visiting many parks and cooking Martha Stewart's Pinto and Rice burgers and doctored-up Cottage Cheese Protein Pancakes, there were trains:
Smiles:
Corn:
Leaves:
Wheelbarrows:
Slides:
And this is where the mishap came in. Jamisen had been going down the slides all by himself, stopping at the bottom, laughing, posing and waving.
In hindsight, looking clearly at the picture above, you can see that Jamisen is leaning back just a bit; that would be leaning back perfectly into a luge position, in what is apparently the most awesome pair of sliding pants in the history of the universe (who knew that corduroy was the secret sliding awesesome-sauce?!). And whooosh! he was off.
He slid so fast that he practically got air and went into the next slide. Yikes. We were all shocked. But Grandpa apparently has the instinct of a wild game photographer on the Serengeti because he got a snap of Jamisen's topsy-turvy dismount. Jamisen was comforted quickly by Grandma and Grandpa. I was still at the top of the slide and in a complete moment of irony, tried to throw myself down the slide quickly only to practically have to push myself down the slide. If I had been wearing corduroys, I'm sure I would have gotten there faster.
Not to worry, he was fine. There were a few tears of surprise but we were off and to the sliding races again. But this time, he had a chaperone on the slide. I learned my lesson. No sliding alone unless it's an obvious slow kiddie slide! I felt pretty stupid for a few hours until it was apparent that Jamisen was no worse for the quick slide.
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