My husband is a Skateboarder


He was a skateboarder when I met him (I skated too actually, fairly well) and he will be a skateboarder long after the wheels have stopped spinning I’m sure.  As is always the way when all of a sudden you can’t do something, I secretly have major skate envy at the moment as the influx of beautiful concrete bowls in and around Auckland has amped up all skate related activity in our house.

Dave and E are heading out whenever they get a chance, spending hours finding lines in the bowls at Botany and Victoria Park, meeting new friends and learning new tricks; relishing in this very special father and son hobby that couldn’t have peaked at a more opportune time.

So, I lose them for most of a Saturday or Sunday, they come home happy, scraped, bruised and exhausted.  Ethan’s legs ache when wakes but he always asks if they can do it all over again.  Did I mention the NOFX?  Ethan is slowly being converted to American punk.  Sigh.






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I live in rural Auckland, New Zealand. Two boys, one big, one not so big and 2 boy dogs belong to me and I them. I love Coca Cola in all of its sugar-less forms and I love you internet. I take way too many pictures of my kids and collect them all here. This is what I am doing when I should be cleaning or cooking or doing other 'useful' things.

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