Ima 2 Eight

We bought a trampoline when we were outnumbered by active boys. That started many years ago, of course. We are now on our second one, a large, strong, serious and expensive piece of equipment with a sturdy net that has paid for itself in value and use so many times over we cannot count.

It is thanks to this trampoline that I have any furniture intact at all.

This evening my husband decided to jump with dear stepson. Male bonding at 9:00 pm in the November night chill.

I took off the one-year-old’s clothes, and diaper, to change him for bed. Then I stupidly went to ask the crazy, cold, jumping men to do something for me. And in that very brief moment a very naked baby got himself past my legs and out the door, across the back lawn and up the step ladder to the trampoline.

Well, both “men” brought him ON, of course.

So just when I thought I had just about seen it all with my children, my one year old was out in the freezing November night air, very naked, jumping on a trampoline with all of his might, with two men on it — and laughing out loud in glee.

All I could do was start laughing out loud along with him.

And no, I sadly do not have any pictures.