boing

Last night, December 23rd, we decided we couldn't take it anymore. Andy was using the furniture as a springboard, bouncing from couch to ottoman to chair to floor to dog's back....the furniture in our rumpus room is old and I want it to last through the next bouncy kid as well. Seeing as he was alive with so much toddler energy, we decided to give him his biggest present 36 hours early.

So entered the trampoline.

He was thrilled. It's a little exercise trampoline and the number of sweet, unsolicited thank-yous we've received is astounding. I didn't know he had such manners in him. He's in love with it. He asked so politely if he could bring down his pillow and blanket and sleep on his trampoline. And he bounced the hell out of it. For hours.

He'd been on his trampoline a total of 35 seconds when he fell off and landed on his face. (Way to go, parents.) And I looked at Shawn and said, "I give him one month before he figures out that he can drag it over to the couch and jump from couch to trampoline." Shawn agreed.

154 seconds later, Andy dragged his trampoline over to the couch and scaled the back of it. He stood on the top, bounced down to the cushions and onto the trampoline. And then onto the floor and his face.