Santa brought us helmets for the three big boys this year so two days after Christmas we went for a drive to Union Creek to break them in. We had a great time. I waddled around and watched while snapping pictures. Jonathan was the official tug rope. His lap the official parking spot of Andrew and Michael on their descents down the hill.
And in typical fashion, Matthew was the source of the only blood shed for the day. Below shows a series of blurry shots of one of his kamikaze runs.
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| Crash. What crash? Just a small eye scratch. |
2 comments:
That's crazy! I can't believe you caught that on camera! Thank goodness for the helmets!
OWWWWWWW!
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