Bounce!

Our neighbors up the hill were having a birthday party today, and they rented this bouncy house for the weekend and invited us up for some pre-party jumping last Friday night.  Unlimited jumping in a bounce house?  Talk about a childhood dream!  It’s too bad I’m pregnant and didn’t really feel like doing any bouncing at all, or I would have been right in the mix.  Unlike all my other kidlets, who were a bit fearful of bouncing houses at age almost two, Mr. Trouble on Feet took one look at the inflated castle and all the big kids ricocheting inside and ran straight for the entrance, pulled himself in on his own, and joined right in with no questions asked.

He was a stellar, long distance endurance jumper, outlasting nearly everyone else.  He does love a commotion, you know.  He wants to be right in the middle of everything, and jumping, even on the ground, is one of his favorite tasks.

After more than an hour of jumping madness, rounded up my kidlets, caked with sweat, and walked them back down the hill.  What a fantastic way to spend a beautiful Friday evening in June.  Everyone slept well that night, very, very well.