Last Christmas, Grandpa John and Grandma Judy gave the kids a trampoline, which sits in the middle of our tiny living room.
The downside of this is that there is no room for adult activity. On the positive front, the kids can easily jump from the couch to the trampoline.
And back again.
Kato refers to the trampoline as the “bounce-oline,” a thing we find so endearing that we refer to it as the bounce-oline ourselves. But when he hears us say “bounce-oline,” he gets extremely indignant and says, “NO! It’s a bounce-oline,” firmly convinced in his own mind that he is saying “trampoline,” which is what his ear must hear, even if his mouth won’t cooperate.
I’ll be said when he learns to say “trampoline” correctly, the same way I was heartbroken when Alden stopped saying “alalouch” instead of “I love you.” I still melt into a puddle when she expresses the sentiment, but I miss that early version.
Alalouch, Alden. Alalouch, Kato. Bounce on forever, my babies.
Note: The photo(s) in this post were taken by photographer/blogger/developer/promoter of clean code Jiho Sohn. I encourage you to check out his site. Furthermore, Robbi, Matthew, Alden, Kato, August, and Iggy are currently on the Alaskan tundra, fishing commercially for sockeye salmon and trying to avoid stray bears. They will return on July 17, at which point real-time blogging will resume.