2003.09.27 Max on Skates

Look, Max, on skates!!

It was windy... that's our excuse for what's about the come.

My turn, my turn! I should have realized that Max's sneaker skates have really hard wheels and put shoes on. But I'm not smart.

Max was less than stable on the concrete. He's a king on the carpet though.

Can you believe he weighs 45.5 pounds now? I can.

Max sits... he didn't hurt himself, because I set him down very gently and then ran back inside cackling, telling him to get up and follow me. No, really, I did. Ok, no, I didn't. Yeah, I did... no, definitely didn't.

We need to do something about that helmet... I don't think they're supposed to ride like that. Max is even better on the grass than he is on the carpet.

"Yeah, he cackled, and ran inside, mommy!!"

"Ok, I forgive you, as long as I get to run over your toes with the skates."

One more try before we all give up.

Jen told him a really funny joke at the worst possible moment.

It was so funny, I lost it, hence this photo.

Stupid helmet! He could break his brain!

Jen recovers and gently lowers the giggling boy to the ground. Max giggles a lot. It's infectious, like ebola, only funny and not deadly. Ok, it's nothing like ebola.

See? Still laughing!

Headed back to the house, tandem skating. It was kind of like a sack race.

"Yes Max, that was GREAT. Good job!" - Jen says that no matter what he does. Well, almost.

Falling down is funny!