Showing posts with label making stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label making stuff. Show all posts

Sunday, April 29, 2012

End of an era


 
In February Adam 'bridged' out of cub scouts into being a boy scout. He loves scouts, which has much less parent participation: the boys plan and run the meetings themselves. This photo was taken just after the ceremony.







2012 was also his last Pinewood Derby. He initially said he didn't want to participate so was not involved over the weekends that Fin sculpted his car: the Red Fin. To maintain the cars aerodynamics he tuned the car and inserted the lead weights before painting, without realizing that the paint would itself weigh 1oz.  The car came in at exactly 5oz.  Luckily the 'official' scale weighed the same as ours at home.


While the car was fast, it was not fast enough to win - but it's certainly the best performing car the boys have produced so far.  The day that the Pinewood cars were weighed and impounded before the race Adam decided that he did actually want to enter a car. We still had his kit - so he looked for an option that could be completed in less than 2 hours. Here is Adam's Mouse car:


Astonishingly, even with it's terrible aerodynamics, it was not the slowest car by a long chalk!

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Egg Hunt!

I just loved this action photo of the boys coming out of the house for our traditional egg hunt!









Continuing the Easter theme Adam gave me this bunny that he had made:

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It is ingeniously made from a sock!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Home made hockey

Adam has roller blades, when Fin wants to skate he wears my old blades (which have been in a cupboard for at least 10 years). On Saturday they decided to play street hockey - we have a single street hockey stick from somewhere or other. Lack of ingenuity is not a problem in this house... Fin found a piece of redwood and asked Nigel for help with sawing and screwing... and made his own hockey stick.



They played hockey on the 'pavement rink' - a small car-park at the bottom of the road. A sporty neighbour offered Fin a real stick - but Fin declined preferring the stick made to his own design. They played for hours all weekend.