When I was growing up on the Family Farm, we had to keep ourselves happy with a few sticks and some well crafted mud pies. And the trampoline. And a swing set/sand box. And, fine, we had dirt bikes too. So, we weren't totally deprived of all things fun, and it's true that many of our friends insisted we lived at the coolest place ever. But still. It all seemed very regular and low key to us.
And it remained fairly regular and low key until grandkids came along. And then somehow my parents got it into their heads that their grandchildren needed some extra fun things. Pshaw. Grandkids. They get all the fun stuff.
Some of the stuff they aren't even old enough to enjoy--like the zip line over the frog ponds--but the newest fun thing is...well, it is just their size. Or rather, it's just the size for them and ten of their friends.
It's a bounce house. Seriously. Why didn't I have a bounce house growing up? Maybe because there was no Internet from which you could order bounce houses.
The Internet now, however, is chock-full of bounce houses, and so after some serious deliberation, Sydney and my mom decided Mr. Lion would be a perfect fit at the farm.
I have to admit, I think Mr. Lion is pretty darn cute. Even I got in there and bounced around a little. You know, just to make sure it was safe. And, um, ergonomic. And efficient. Anybody would have done the same.
Inside the bouncy area is a climbing wall to get to the front. All you have to do is grab ahold of Mr. Lion's tonsils, climb on up...
...and there you are at the top of his mouth, ready to slide down out of the friendly beast. Jules was a little hesitant to slide the first few times, but now? Now they literally leap off the top, landing mid-slide before zipping all the way down. It's enough to make my heart stop every time they do it. They think it's hysterical.
Bounce houses in general are prone to inducing laughter.
In the end, I would say we're all big fans of the bouncy Mr. Lion. After all, something that makes them laugh and tires them out at the same time?
Well, let's just say it isn't only the grandkids who are getting spoiled.