Forgot to tell you.
We got a trampoline!
It's what we do instead of yell at each other after 3pm.
Sadly, there is an (unspoken) age limit and I have been punished twice for ignoring it:
once for motion sickness, then again for brain sloshing.
Also? I would strongly recommend against criss-cross applesauce landings.
Unless your orthopedic surgeon can see you on emergencies.
But my oh my do the kids love to bounce.
And then turn all Lord of the Flies on each other when they get too hot for clothes.
Let the Wild Rumpus begin!
(Thank you, Maurice Sendak, you were the reason none of us could sleep at night when we were six.
And we loved every single second of it.)