Jammy Jumping

On Saturday morning the bounce house guy showed promptly at 10:00, as planned. Except I thought the plan was for Sunday. Apparently I wrote Sunday, but put Saturday's date--oopsies! It ended up being a blessing and we got to keep the bounce house for Zeke's birthday party for 2 days! (The guy was so nice, here's a plug for him. You can see the number below. He comes highly recommended. Tell him the idiot who wrote the wrong date sent you. You won't get a discount, but I will feel better about my mistake.) After we had been jumping all afternoon, we were lying in the bounce house resting and enjoying the sunshine. Then I got a great idea--how fun it would be to camp out in it! I mean really, how often do you get to keep a bounce house overnight? Zekers and I took full advantage! We got on our warmest jammies, sweatshirts, and socks and grabbed an arsenal of books, blankets, and a flashlight. He's not karaoke-ing, he's making scary noises whilst shining the flashlight at his face. At night you notice something about bounce houses you don't during the day. Fresh air is being blown in, and when it's 40 or 50 degrees outside, the air underneath you is cold! And it comes up through the seams in an Arctic blast! We made it until after midnight, when Daddy came to rescue us from frostbite. But first thing in the morning, we were back at it to do some jammy jumping! Did you hear Daisy yell "Help!" to Zeke to get her in?