The Trampoline

Wind gusts prevented us from assembling the trampoline the day after Christmas. Much to the kids' disappointment. And mine. I normally would have fought Kevin a bit harder to get my way, except that I do have a clear memory of a friend's trampoline picked up out of her backyard and dropped in the street. Just wind gusts, that's all.

Rachel took the lead on Saturday, insisting that "there will be trampoline building." The Director of Operations began issuing orders.

Look at how this thing takes up most of our backyard. And it's not even assembled yet! By the way, this is not a lightweight tinkertoy. Galvanized steel, baby. Individually each piece is a nice impressive weight. Just ask my hubby and his brother what it weighs all packaged up nice and neat.

I forced Kevin outside to handle the part that actually requires some muscle. Rachel and I were fine with steel assembly. But stretching the canvas (is that what it's called?) with the springs was a bit much for us puny girls. So we called in our very own Mr. Muscle.

He was a bit grumpy with the weather and the impressive tension of the trampoline. But he did succeed. We didn't get the safety net up yet; I have learned a thing or two about grumpy husbands and figured we could do it tomorrow.

Look at them go!

I do not want to hear any more Tales of Trampoline Dangers from anybody. We are quite aware of the pros and cons. And we also have a clear memory of all the Tales of Scooter Dangers that everyone fed us years ago when we bought Rachel her first scooter. And would you look at that - she's still alive and kicking! And in one piece!