Sundays are days that my family hold dear. For one, we enjoy singing in the church choir and attending our church meetings. Angel and I work with the nursery child (ages 18 months to 3 years). I say child because at the moment there is only one kid that age. We get three more in May and we are really excited about it.
Religious services aside for almost a year Sundays were the only days that we could spend as a family as Angel worked on Saturdays and got Mondays off. As such, we try to enjoy activities together as a family. We play games, read books together, and enjoying playing outside. We have since started another Sunday afternoon tradition. Watching me bounce Skippy around the living room. "Who" you may ask, "is Skippy?"
This is.
Skippy is the gyropter, not the phone. I named him after MHI's Helicopter pilot. That and he "skips" across the floor on a regular basis. He's indoor only, if there is a draft it plays havoc with him, but he's a fun little birt to fly. Our twelve foot ceiling in our living room is great - as long as I avoid the ceiling fan. He's pretty well built, but I've had to do some patching. Unfortunately, I broke a rather important part not long ago and had to order in a replacement. I got them and was able to fix Skippy up. We made his usual Sunday afternoon flight with minimal problems and the fewest crashes yet. The kids really enjoy watching the helicopter and constantly tell him not to crash. I don't have the heart to tell them that I'm the one driving. I'm pretty sure they know thought.
Religious services aside for almost a year Sundays were the only days that we could spend as a family as Angel worked on Saturdays and got Mondays off. As such, we try to enjoy activities together as a family. We play games, read books together, and enjoying playing outside. We have since started another Sunday afternoon tradition. Watching me bounce Skippy around the living room. "Who" you may ask, "is Skippy?"
This is.
Skippy is the gyropter, not the phone. I named him after MHI's Helicopter pilot. That and he "skips" across the floor on a regular basis. He's indoor only, if there is a draft it plays havoc with him, but he's a fun little birt to fly. Our twelve foot ceiling in our living room is great - as long as I avoid the ceiling fan. He's pretty well built, but I've had to do some patching. Unfortunately, I broke a rather important part not long ago and had to order in a replacement. I got them and was able to fix Skippy up. We made his usual Sunday afternoon flight with minimal problems and the fewest crashes yet. The kids really enjoy watching the helicopter and constantly tell him not to crash. I don't have the heart to tell them that I'm the one driving. I'm pretty sure they know thought.
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