J is for Jump

My in laws got the kids a trampoline for Christmas this past year. />

It was one of those newfangled contraptions with the safety netting around it.  The addition of a safety netting was like a joyful fountain unto my soul.

You see, dear readers, I have this mom.  She has worked at a pediatric doctor's office for as long as I can remember.

Long before Sister, Mother, and I felt that the following hairstyles were socially acceptable.

Don't be jealous.  Not everyone can get a glamor shot taken whilst wearing shiny tarp.

But I digress.

Mother has worked at a pediatric office for years and she has never failed to inform us of every horrible event that can go wrong in the course of one's childhood.  And, no.  It did not make me paranoid at all.  I just never allowed bumper pads on cribs, baby blankets, or blinds on windows near cribs.

And I still, to this day, cut my kids' grapes.

Growing up, we had a trampoline.  This was back before the safety netting was included.  My mother, who had seen plenty of trampoline tragedies in her day, made it a rule that we could only jump up and down on the trampoline and do the occasional butt-sit.

David's family also had a trampoline while growing up.  My husband would jump out his second-story window onto the trampoline and try to bounce high enough to soar over the clothesline.  And, yes.  My husband has impaled himself on objects a time or two, why do you ask?

So, now we have a trampoline and the kids love it.  But it turns out that the safety net has one major flaw.

A strong wind came and that was it.  Our trampoline?

Gone with the Wind.

Do you get it?  Do you get it?  Oh, man.  That was ueber dumb.

So, the only way my husband could put it back together was to ditch the safety net.  And if you think about it, how is a safety net safe if it makes a large trampoline flit about the yard?  Luckily my kids were not outside playing during the time.  That might cause a bit of a head injury, don't you think?

But, now I get to be all worried-like that someone is going to break something.  Because, have you met my kids?

Motherhood.  Not for the faint of heart.

The kids really enjoy it though and it is a good way to get some exercise.  The other day, Little Dude just headed on out there, took off all of his clothes, and started jumping all crazy-like on the trampoline.

And I mean all of his clothes.

What is with this boy, the free spirit that he is?  This boy is always in the nude.  It is really quite discouraging.

Handsome Dude:  Mom!  Moooom!  MOM!  Cokey has a *unit* again.

Allow me to interpret.  He said the real word for the private part.  And he calls Little Dude Cokey.  And we are all just sick of seeing Cokey in the nude.  And rightfully so.

Not a day goes by that Little Dude does not get scolded for being an exhibitionist.

Jason and Amy came for a visit and they jumped on the trampoline with the aforementioned children.  Who were all clothed.

Check out Little Dude in this picture:

He was F-U-R-I-O-U-S, but I told him to smile and he did his best.

And I appreciate the effort on his part.

Happy Wednesday!