
Last night we attended a birthday party at Pump It Up for the first time. I had heard many great things about this place before, so we were all excited to check it out. We had been telling Taylor that she was going to a big "jump house" so she had been looking forward to it all day. In fact, she repeated the phrases "this fun" or "this yummy" countless times.
The ice cream and dessert didn't start until 8:00 pm, and we couldn't tell her "no" and have all the other kids eating in front of her. So we let her enjoy her little treat. Even though she had bounced her little body for an hour and a half straight, she still was wired from the sugar and finally fell asleep at 10:00 pm. Funny thing is, Hank woke both her and I up at 9:00 am this morning. Taylor has never slept in that long.
Anyway at Pump It Up, they have a super big slide. Hank had taken Taylor down the slide several times. We must have been distracted because within a minute we lost sight of Taylor. Now granted there were at least 30 other kids around, and we had Landon to tend to as well, but how could she have gotten away from us so easily? Next thing we know, she is sliding down the slide all by herself. No fear in this kid whatsoever. She amazes me. I think she was the youngest kid to go down the slide by herself. (Well, we can chalk that up to another trait she inherited from daddy.)