Kickboxing

The other day Tessa decided that she wanted to learn how to punch. So, I told her that I would help her because 1) I like punching things 2) It gives us something to do at night besides play with the children or get our hair washed. We went outside and I asked her to punch my palm. I have to be honest, that punch was terrible. Her thumb was sticking out and she hit me with her palm, not her knuckles. After a few hours of instruction and channeling her inner chi, she was able to punch relatively hard. It is still a ways away from making me see stars, but it has enough power behind it to make my arm tingle for a few seconds. Now to master kicking! Watch out world, Tessa is going to be one mean, lean fighting machine by the end of the summer. Who knows, maybe she will make the Olympic team? Maybe not, but one can hope. J

Although, I think we have to start kickboxing when it is very late outside. There has been an outburst of violence among the children because they see Tessa punching my palm. The only problem with practicing late at night is that the children do not have bed times. There is a 3 year old named Cup Cup who is up later than I am and is awake before I am. Who is this child? Go to sleep! I’ll post a picture of her later once I figure out where my camera cord is.

-M