Jumping through hoops

I am back from an unintended blogging break. Our dear friend Rochelle was here with us for a week. And we ran around doing fun stuff and I thought not about blogging.

But I have returned. Don't you feel better now? (mom)

So Sunday night, some of our children began to experience boredom. And being the brilliant children they are, they came up with their own game using just a hoola hoop and a jump rope.

It involved raising and lowering said items and attempting to jump through or over, depending on your degree of daring.

Of course their dad and I gave the appropriate gasps and hurrays and encouragement. And I must say, it was impressive. They didn't always make it, but they kept trying. And even falling on their face occasionally, did nothing to quell their enthusiasm.

Without further adieu, I give you the Allen Troop.



Yes, he made it through.




And Julia pulled her leg up just in time to make it over.




Amazing, isn't she?




Even Henry got in on the action, little Hobbit feet and all.

Maybe next time we'll light the hoop on fire, or suspend the jump rope between our house and the neighbor's.

Then we'd have a show!!

No?

Yeah, you're probably right. Oh well, I guess we'll just have to settle for this obviously death defying and dangerous feat:



I'm breathless just watching it. Maybe we should charge admission next time?

Just a thought.