Young Warrior

Back in October, Owen hurt his foot going down the large twisty-tube-slide at the zoo. It was so bad that he wouldn't walk or put any weight on it for a couple of days, and we even had it x-rayed to check for broken bones (thankfully, there were none). Ever since then, he's avoided any enclosed slide like that. I think the fact that it was dark in there and he couldn't see when his foot was hurt made it that much more scary to try again.

This past Monday night, it was very nice out, so we went over to the park in Mt. Juliet to eat dinner outside and let Owen play. I tried to get him to go down the slide, but he didn't want any part of it. He would go down the open ones, but not the tube slide. Finally, I talked him into going down on my lap. He was aprehensive, but once we got to the bottom, he said "that was fun!" and he wanted to do it again. After a couple of times, I asked if he wanted to go by himself, and he did. From then on, that was all he wanted to do.

I was so glad he got over that, because Mary got the idea to rent the indoor playground at our church this past Saturday and have a bunch of our friends bring their kids and let the dads play with their children for Father's Day. The playground has two great big twisty-tube-slides and I wanted Owen to go down them with all the other kids without me having to talk him into it.

Sure enough, as soon as we got there, he climbed up to the top of the 5-level playground and slid down the slide. Mary heard him get out at the bottom and say "hey, that was fun!". He looked so cute doing it, too. He had a great time at the playground, and as usual, he didn't want to leave when it was time to go.