Rye Playland and Play
On Sunday the boys broke the world time record for rollerblading in the 95 degree heat at the Greenwich skatepark. While Tim is clearly very good at it, Justin was the star, moving from being very tentative to climbing and leaping off all ramps.
Interestingly, not only was Tim a good coach, but people noticed and commented on his coaching style. This resulted in Justin typically falling once, sometimes with tears, and then getting back on the horse and successfully negotiating the culprit ramp.
Justin started out being embarrassed by falling until he realized not only was everyone doing it, but he and Tim saw a coach teaching skateboarders how to fall before each lesson to make sure they would not hurt themselves. Tim ended up teaching Justin falling on the half pipe and the rest as they say, is history. They did learn however, why they need knee and elbow pads that Tim resisted and resented at first.
I took Tuesday off and we went to Rye Playland.
Two years ago the boys were split. I went on the big rides with Tim and Granny went on the kiddie rides with Justin. This time, the boys went on everything a 48" boy was allowed to ride, which was everything Tim rode but one.
That one I had to do with Tim. It involved lying down in an enclosed cage hanging off a rollercoaster rail and being whipped about upside while travelling at great speed. Similar to the Batman riode at Great America.
Other than being dragged on a few rides for fun or me wanting to check the safety on a couple of rides before letting Justin ride alone, the boys basically amused themselves.
They are pretty clear on what they like. Fast and furious including upside down is fine. Slow and upside down is no good.
Justin could not ride the go-carts, not tall enough, but as he has now soloed elsewhere, he was not happy about being a co-pilot. He would rather watch Tim than ride shotgun with me. The end of an era I guess.
Much Pizza, funnelcake and colored sugary liquid was consumed. None came up the wrong way even after the Starship gravity ride we thought might do Justin in.
The various colored facial residues were washed off in the pool at the apartment, kind of dunking them, versus trying to target a specific area to clean.
Neither have seen soap for some time now.
Interestingly, not only was Tim a good coach, but people noticed and commented on his coaching style. This resulted in Justin typically falling once, sometimes with tears, and then getting back on the horse and successfully negotiating the culprit ramp.
Justin started out being embarrassed by falling until he realized not only was everyone doing it, but he and Tim saw a coach teaching skateboarders how to fall before each lesson to make sure they would not hurt themselves. Tim ended up teaching Justin falling on the half pipe and the rest as they say, is history. They did learn however, why they need knee and elbow pads that Tim resisted and resented at first.
I took Tuesday off and we went to Rye Playland.
Two years ago the boys were split. I went on the big rides with Tim and Granny went on the kiddie rides with Justin. This time, the boys went on everything a 48" boy was allowed to ride, which was everything Tim rode but one.
That one I had to do with Tim. It involved lying down in an enclosed cage hanging off a rollercoaster rail and being whipped about upside while travelling at great speed. Similar to the Batman riode at Great America.
Other than being dragged on a few rides for fun or me wanting to check the safety on a couple of rides before letting Justin ride alone, the boys basically amused themselves.
They are pretty clear on what they like. Fast and furious including upside down is fine. Slow and upside down is no good.
Justin could not ride the go-carts, not tall enough, but as he has now soloed elsewhere, he was not happy about being a co-pilot. He would rather watch Tim than ride shotgun with me. The end of an era I guess.
Much Pizza, funnelcake and colored sugary liquid was consumed. None came up the wrong way even after the Starship gravity ride we thought might do Justin in.
The various colored facial residues were washed off in the pool at the apartment, kind of dunking them, versus trying to target a specific area to clean.
Neither have seen soap for some time now.
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