Owen's got a yellow belt. He was able to karate chop through his block of wood on the first try. Yeah, if you look at the date in the lower corner you'll notice I'm woefully behind in posting this. After he got his belt we all went to McDonalds - how American! We boycotted McDonalds for close to four years but finally folded because cuilinary plebian that I am I absolutely love their fries and cheeseburgers. It also seemed unfair to keep Owen from the place with the clown and playground that he would get so excited about seeing when we drove past. We don't go that often, more of a special occasion for Owen, but it's definitely a reality check on morbid obesity - I'd say 75% of the women we see their are close to 100 pounds overweight. The one picture gives you an idea of just how narrow the space is where they practice, good thing they're all so small. Toby is usually the one to take Owen to karate, Oona and I head to the gym for that hour. Toby has told me Owen's favorite thing to do in class is spar with the big sticks that resemble Q-tips. The sticks are probably taller than him.
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mazel tov owen! ka-pow! way to go! he looks so strong and capable in his robe.
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