After some mild pleading from Robby and his friends, I finally broke down and agreed to take them to the trampoline park on Friday night. I figured it would be an easy way for me to make the kiddos happy while enjoying the bonus of wearing them out. At this point, I will do just about anything to ensure that Timmy sleeps through the night!
I was hesitant about hopping on the trampolines myself, but Timmy's eagerness to join his big brother outweighed my concerns. After seeing Robby and his friends bouncing and laughing, all contentment with the pint sized toddler jumpers evaporated. I strapped on his safety helmet (required for jumpers under the age of five) and accompanied him onto the massive trampolines.
I have become quite adept at jumping on inflatables, and was hoping that a trampolining would be a natural progression. I expected it to be springier, but worried that the buoyancy might tweak my stump or knee. Despite my concerns, the jumping looked fun and I wanted to give it a try. Worst case scenario, I was prepared to pay Robby and his friend to entertain Timmy.
Little Hamlet started jumping as soon as he laid eyes on his brother. It was adorable, especially considering that he was still standing on the platform and not the trampolines. He cautiously stepped onto the squishy mass, took one small hop and proceeded to break down into giggles.
Timmy and I ran, jumped and laughed for two hours. We played dodge ball against Robby and his friend (I won) and had a bunny hop race across the trampolines (Robby won). I was surprised by the lack of pain and discomfort I felt while jumping. Other than my own worries and self-imposed precautions, my prosthetic was irrelevant on the trampolines.
I have a feeling that the trampoline park will be added to the family fun rotation from now on!