Our neighborhood is so much fun. This weekend they had an end of summer bash, including Chickfila for dinner, cookies for dessert, ponies to ride, bounce houses, face painters, a live band, tractor rides…
But as soon as they were off the ponies, Piper catapulted herself toward the bounce house. I’m pretty sure she would have stayed in there the whole time if we’d let her. Run in the door, bounce a while, climb up the stairs, go down the slide, repeat. Oh, and giggle. A lot. There were lots of squealing giggles.
Cody, who was fighting something all week wasn’t invited into the bounce house. This is what he had to say about that.
Luke and Addy and Cody were on the tractor, and Piper was trapped inside the bounce house, and I was chatting with a family who’s buying the lot a few houses up from us. And being the stellar mom I am, I just assumed that Piper would continue bouncing her heart out.
Shocking- my kid found her way to dance on the stage. Glad she didn’t go too far, I s’pose.
We ended the night with ice cream from the food truck that was there. Addy was dead set on blue. Usually when I think “blue” I think blue-ish. This was not blue-ish. This was, well, BLUE.
At the end of the night, there was a group of about five families in the bounce house. And every one of them had melting down kids. I told the girls they had ONE MORE SLIDE. Addy looked at me, got her mad face on, and determinedly (loudly) stated “NO! TWENTY MORE TIMES!”
You’re killing me, Addy. And you’re gonna have to work on those bargaining skills.