Tuesday, July 19, 2011
BOUNCE! BOUNCE! BOUNCE!
I ran all the way back to the stop sign where I started and then walked back to my apartment. I wanted to run another loop around, but the storm clouds moved fast to cover my apartments. So, I played it safe and decided to cut my run short. However, it never rained and I felt like a moron. I guess better safe than sorry.
After we did the opening of presents (which took awhile since my niece could care less...she wanted to bounce just like her auntie), I went back out on the open one. My oldest niece would see me and just run at me, headbutt me, tell me to grab her arms so we can jump together, and then fall. She loved it and had the time of her life. Then, her friend saw this and wanted to do it, too; she latched on to me. We jumped and held hands and went higher than usual. I noticed that other kids gravitated to the adults mainly because they knew they could bounce higher with a bigger person's wake so to speak. So, it was funny to see these little kids just shoot up in the air and slam on to the matt. I was never even in full bounce. This little girl (my niece's friend) told me that I was her friend now, especially since we had the same socks and that I was the coolest aunt ever. That tugged at my heart strings. I kept bouncing with her as her mother is giving me the "I'm sorry" look. I didn't care. I was bouncing, too.
When it was time to go, I was tired, sweaty, and complete jelly. I never realized how much those bouncing things are a great workout and I needed it for all the sweets I ate when I was there (Damn you M&Ms and cupcake cakes). Plus, I made a new friend. I couldn't beat this great day. However, by Sunday, my arm and legs were sore. I could barely lift my right arm, because I was carrying my niece a good portion of my jumping time. Those babies aren't light. I say, if you have kids, find out where one of these things are located and get to bouncing. I will volunteer everytime to go with my niece if I get to BOUNCE! BOUNCE! BOUNCE!
This is the only picture I could get from the party. See how my little niece's hair is just blowing, which denotes jumping. I'm not sure what my other niece is doing...praying to the jumping Gods maybe. This photo is courtesy of my awesome photographer mother, Kandace Heimer at kandfoto.com. No, I wasn't paid for this advertisement, but I should!