Thursday, January 19, 2012

The story in which I could have broken my ankle...

So, after two years of whining (and begging and puh-leading), I convinced Doug that the girls need a trampoline. For the most part, Doug is pretty laid back. However, the trampoline is one example of just how stubborn the man can be. Not that I didn't get his side of the argument. Trampolines can be very dangerous. Especially the trampolines we played on as kids. You know, the ones that had no protective enclosure net. I'm pretty sure the springs were also exposed. Not that any of that kept us from jumping on one. In fact, I remember some pretty awesome (dangerous) games we used to play. One in which you jumped from a higher up spot down onto the trampoline where you were then airborne into the sky before free falling onto your ass, head, arm, leg, etc. All the while you're praying that this time is NOT the time where you bend over and kiss your ass good-bye. So in the spirit of this, my parents went in with us to purchase the girls their very own trampoline. And they have loved every freaking minute of it.

It took me about 3 weeks to get on the trampoline myself. I had been avoiding it only because Doug is currently out of commission with his gimpy ankle. I figure it's probably not the brightest idea for me to put myself possibly in harm's way and then I go and break my ankle. Cuz you know that's just how it could be. So after school one day, the girls managed to coax me out and onto the trampoline. Man...I forgot how much fun you really can have on a trampoline. We played games. We played tag. I made the girls human popcorn where they giggled loudly and begged me to do it again. All was well until one of the bouncy balls we had used for dodge ball snuck out of it's hiding spot and came right under my foot as I came down to bounce. Luckily, I was just getting started and not bouncing very high yet. But all the same, it was like a subtle reminder that I don't need to jinx myself. So after snapping a few pictures of our rumble and tumble afternoon, I hauled myself off of the trampoline and counted myself lucky. Until the next time...














1 comment:

Sarah said...

My boys want one so bad and we have a friend whose sister said we could have hers. Rob is trying to convince me that we need one! I am just afraid that our backyard would end up being the neighborhood playground if we got one!