Trampoline

This morning I am again waking up at my Mom's house. I had every intention of going home yesterday but was swayed by Robby's pleas to stay another night.  To be completely honest it didn't take much to convince me, the promise of a good night sleep and relinquishing nighttime bottle duty to somebody else is rather appealing!

I was surprised when Robby wanted to stay, not because he doesn't love his Nana but because he tends to be a homebody. Scott left yesterday evening to go home to care for the cats and check on the house, and typically Robby becomes upset when he sees his Daddy drive away. This time he offered a curt wave good-bye as he ran down the back stairs to the trampoline.

Yes, a trampoline. The mother who refused to let us on one, who summarily shut down our requests to buy one when we were little because they were "too dangerous and we'd all break our arms" now has a 16" jumping trampoline in the center of her backyard for her grandchildren. This leads me to the conclusion that she either loves her grandchildren more or doesn't care about broken arms when they are not on her health insurance policy. I'd like to think it is the latter.

Robby and his cousins were over-the-moon with the trampoline, spending the entire weekend jumping and playing outside. Each evening Robby would finally come inside, a sweaty mess but wearing a smile from ear-to-ear. At our family picnic yesterday the trampoline was full with extended cousins and friends, allowing the parents to stay on the deck to talk without constant interruptions. The only child who was not jumping was Timmy, who as it turns out was content to be held by everybody.

It is going to be difficult to convince Robby to come home, but if he wants to stay a few more days I am not going to argue. The sleep has done me wonders. I'm feeling better, and stronger because of the help and rest. She has also provided me even more motivation to heal and start walking again. I can't wait to get on the trampoline!