This weekend we decided to drive to Mississippi to see the brother, sister-in-law, and the nephew. We hadn't seen them since Christmas, so a visit was long over due. On Saturday, we went to see a demonstration of Brad's SWCC Boat Team. It was really cool. There were guns, explosions, a ride on the fast boats; everything I want in a Saturday morning!
Then we got back to their house and pretty much the rest of the afternoon was spent like this:
Noah got a trampoline for Christmas and thanks to the wonderfully warm Southern weather, we could jump on it in February. I haven't been on a trampoline since I was probably ten, and R had NEVER been on one. We were like kids again, doing tricks and flips, trying to "pop" each other up, and pretty much having a blast. (If you look closely, you can spy Billy the Dog.)
It didn't take long before we busted out the camera and started trying to get some cool mid-air shots. (I wasn't kidding when I said we were like kids again...)
Someone may have a future in break dancing?
Even Noah was tired and called it a day after a few hours, but us big kids were still out there, perfecting our flips and trying to get good photos.
Let me tell you though, we were moaning and groaning all the next day. Turns out, trampoline-ing works lots of muscles that don't usually get worked, and flipping over and over to get a cool looking shot actually takes a lot of work. And let's not forget all the bruises and scrapes from bad landings, or landing on each other, since trampolines aren't made for three full grown adults. I have a pretty nasty bruise on my knee from R landing full force on it. (Luckily, Dr. Noah was there for me. After he got me an ice pack, a band-aid, and kissed it, I almost forgot all about the pain.) Despite the sore muscles and bruises, we had so much fun.
Now we just have one question. Is it acceptable for child-less, twenty something couples to have trampolines?
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