Its called a tramp.....not a Tramp.

Now when I say that the boys live on the tramp I am not kidding. Every waking moment that is not accompanied by food or sleep is spent on the trampoline (with the occasional time out for rain, webkinz, and the occasional tub).  Me on the other hand.....lets just say if I am to jump, even bounce on the trampoline I need to be prepared. Well today after many a minutes sitting in the fabulous shade on our fabulous porch watching Dan and Anthon jump, do tricks, and poke fun of me because of my inability to jump on the tramp, I gave in (don't worry I prepared first ;) and i did pretty good i might add....

and now in Dan's own words "Shooooot, whats the big deal"....

Yes i am tooting my own horn, I am proud by golly. I've had 3 kids, am overweight, and out of shape. So these accomplishments don't come around everyday :)