P and I decided to tackle the trampoline setup right after we put the kids in bed. We kissed them all and promised in the morning the trampoline would be set up and we could jump right when they woke up. After tucking them in, we had to get the boxes pulled into the yard - they were so heavy, but we were careful and used a "team lift" approach per the box. We're cool like that.
Whatever. I guess his silly facial expressions matches his out.of.control.hair. When asked what he is planning on doing with his hair, "I don't have a plan, it is the only thing in my life that I don't have a plan for, it is just...there." And so it is. He did have a mini-pony tail on the top of his head earlier today, but I my camera skills weren't cheetah fast enough to get the photographic evidence. Just imagine white skinny sumo wrestler hairstyle...
Back to the trampoline.
The boys were spying on us out of K's bedroom window, just two tiny heads peeking out. They couldn't contain the excitement and wanted to watch us build it.
P and I were cruising along, after sweating in the humidity for 40 minutes, we had the majority of it all set up. Then I realized either a)I suck as the team leader of operation-trampoline-set-up or B) the directions were made in China and terrible to follow. For the sake of my pride I am going with option A, my husband might disagree. Be he was kind, and gracious, and didn't say a single negative thing as he used his muscles to disassemble each of those 96 springs that he had just finished putting on - no easy task. I swore, he said "be quiet the neighbors can probably hear you." I figured that if they had just put together a ginormous trampoline the wrong way, and had to disassemble and reassemble it while getting bit by a gazillion mosquitos and attempting to do so before the sunset they would probably swear too. So SHIT, that sucked. But it is together now. Finally. We kissed, and did a victory dance. Then we gave those trampoline springs a run for the money as we tried it out for the first time. And to clarify, because I know there are some minds going there - we were, in fact, JUMPING people, we live in a sub-division after all.
Of note, I didn't grow up with a trampoline, so I am not a master of that double bounce action. So P kept bouncing me super high in the sky. And after having kids, let me just say my bladder isn't as young as the rest of my 28 year old self...moving on.
J woke up bright and early at 7am,
"Mama I go jump on a trampoween now? It is the morning, I went a sleep, and now it is trampoween time!"
Not wanting to be "that neighbor," you know the one who lets their kids go jump on a trampoline during the wee-hours of the morning on the last few days before school begins, I chose to keep her inside until 9am.
Once P was up, I took her excited little self out. Girlfriend can jump.
Not long after, the boys followed.
My sweet K just waiting patiently for use to join him...
Some crazy bouncing had K doing a face plant. So I enjoyed his moment when he needed mama snuggles.
With the heat and humidity, it wasn't long before we needed some sprinkler action to keep the trampoline fun. So R got it all set up, and we had so much fun.
This moment my Mr. captured , right here, makes my heart burst with love for him to the moon. We are just so, so very blessed to have these three loves. How lucky we are to share this life together.
This mama can handle boys, here is the proof.
And a final pic of K and his exaggerated pointer fingers that go wild whenever he gets really excited about something. He is so very animated, this boy.
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