Last month I resolved to pay closer attention to Isaac's physical development. Well, here's something new: he can throw a Frisbee like nobody's business.
Actually, it isn't even a Frisbee -- it's a plastic bucket lid, which probably makes it harder to throw well. But he can send that thing flying hard, often for 30 feet, without a wobble. Yesterday he threw it about 25 times in a row, laughing each time as he ran to retrieve it.
The only problem is that Isaac has no aim. He can't even predict whether the Frisbee is going to fly in front of him or behind him. He throws it like a discus, spinning around, but he releases it at varying points during the spin, which makes the direction utterly unpredictable. The poor dog and I had to stay alert to avoid being decapitated. (And unfortunately that made Walt a lot less interested in helping to retrieve it.)
Considering that Craig and I are lacking in sporting instinct, I'm curious to see how Isaac's athletic ability develops.
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