Might as well jump

It was like the mother ship was calling him home. Aden was invited to the trampoline park for Gage's birthday, and never before have I seen my little cheese addict so excited for an hour of high-intensity exercise.

I sure am glad we have friends who offer my kiddos these life experiences that their painfully-frugal Mama doesn't offer. Of course now that he's had a taste, he must go back. With his brother, cause ain't no way in heck I'm stepping out onto that floor dripping with danger. Trampolines and I go way back, and not in a good way. Yes, I'm still bitter about it.

Anyhoo, the bouncing was a blast as expected. Aden and Noah hung together, both newbies and learning the ropes. The blur of orange we saw every once in a while was Gage, perfectly at home in this padded wall, foam pit palace.

It was a relief for a few moments to not have to worry much about safety, and to watch Aden finally freely and non-destructively act out all the acrobatic tricks he tries to do on our poor couch at home when I'm not looking. All boy, that one.





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