My kids jump on/off/over/through/around things. Not gonna lie, kids jumping on stuff used to irritate me to no end. Did their parents have no control? No respect, I'd wonder! When Brynlee was about 16 months and started jumping, I would reprimand. Jumping equaled a bit of a scolding. Spencer, on the other hand, enjoyed all the jumping. Embraced it. Encouraged it, even. You know how they say, "pick your battles." I decided the jumping fight wasn't a fight worth fighting. And so my children, well, they jump. And more often than not, Spencer's the engineer behind the jumping course. Occasionally I take pictures. And every now and again, when I can't control myself; I jump too. But, you already knew that!
P.S. I’ve had a little blogger trouble lately. Ugh! It keeps deleting posts and comments at random. If you’ve commented and it’s no longer there, so sorry. Thanks for commenting though. Really, thank you. I love a comment as much as the next blogger. If you thought you saw a post then it disappeared then showed up again, you weren’t imagining. If you read my posts through google reader you may have missed my last post. If you’re interested you can read it here. If you haven’t noticed anything strange and you think I’m off my rocker, just ignore this P.S. And then have yourself a Happy Monday!
3 comments:
That first picture is awesome.
Britt
I sit and I watch Z jump on my parents' old couch. Which is our new couch. And she like, really jumps. Like it's a trampoline. And I try to decide if my mom would have let us jump on that couch like that. Probably not? Maybe? No. Probably not. But she's having so much fun.
Also, holy crap that kitchen is adorable!
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