Belt Test, Round Two, The Sequel, The New Class, The Beltening!
The boards of destiny. This time, our young grasshopper would be expected to break one in half with his FIST.
Now, while I generally like to believe that there is nothing my firstborn cannot do, as he is brilliant and awesome IF A TAD CHALLENGING AT TIMES, even I had to question the physics of this task. Noah's fist is the size of a small plum.
Ezra had complete confidence in his big brother, though, and was on hand to take supplemental photographs. Mostly of his thumbs and the floor.
Ike slept through the whole thing.
Gleeful joy after kicking the target clean out of Mr. Justin's hands, requiring Mr. Justin to do five pushups.
Um. Yes. There is a lot of yelling at these things.
Ike also slept through this part.
DADDY DADDY DADDY I DID IT DADDY!
(Thanks to Mr. Justin for remembering the existence of MOM, who was also RIGHT THERE, WHATEVER, at least.)
The first moments with his very own yellow belt.
Do not mess with this one. Also, please stop taking pictures and help him assemble his latest Lego acquisition, the Harry Potter Hogwarts Express set, which we'd totally purchased ahead of time and snuck into the car during the test so when he came out, it was already there, just waiting to BLOW HIS MIND.
I asked him who he thought put it there. He said magic. Karate magic.
I think that sounds about right.
Congratulations to the best yellow-belted big brother in the world, and I'm really glad you love your Baby Ike as much as you do, which is a lot, even more than the Hogwarts train, which: WOW YOU GUYS HE IS SERIOUS.