Flying Through the Air

Photo by -syko-.

Every week, Orlando goes to his circus class.

Yes, circus class.

He flies through the air on the trapeze, bounces more enthusiastically than Tigger on the trampoline, practices headstands, and balances on a giant bouncy ball.

(There's no fire-eating or taming tigers. Yet.)

But he is taught by bonafide acrobats and circus performers, who work for a local circus school here in Seattle.

Orlando loves going to his circus class. He's mastered four steps on the tightwire (which, you might be relieved to know, is only a foot off the ground).
He can balance one of those big balls while it is held in place, and if you know my son, you know that he weighs not even thirty pounds. Put that little tyke on the trampoline and he is definitely sky-bound.

And the first time he did the big trapeze, his joy was absolute. He beamed a smile across the cavernous gym space and waved furiously at me, while I had that universal proud-sorta-terrified mom smile glued to my face.

My kid is growing up! And doing amazing, scary things!

Joining the circus, indeed!

(And not one to be left far behind, Mica is already practicing his headstands so he can join, too.)