Tiger Rock has become our new favorite place to get out our aggressions. Mr. John is the instructor and is fabulous with the kids. Here Emma is practicing her kicks, she tells me the different kinds, crescent kick, high kick
Not to be outdone, Reece also prepares to murderlize the sand column he is envisioning as his writing homework. His hair was butchered a week earlier by our favorite barber, Armondo. Darn you Armondo, you went too short
Since this picture, Emma has gone on to earn her "forms" stripe and her "escapes" stripe. She just needs her stances and she'll be ready to test for her yellow belt.
Look at that monkey claw of a left hand. We went to Chick-fil-A for dinner after class and the cashier told Emma he wouldn't want to meet her in a dark alley. He also brought our tray of food to the table making the airplane noises with his mouth and said " coming in for a landing", so I think mom wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley either
1 comment:
i think it's great emma is so into it! she has got those poses down. wouldn't want to meet her in a dark alley, either!
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