Rory got a trampoline for Christmas. As an only child, this was a godsend. She’s already put in a good amount of mileage on it over the last week or so (yes, it took me a couple of weeks to work up the courage to erect it). Watching her on it is such a joy… I stand in the kitchen and look out at her bouncing up and down in her eccentric diorama of clothing (usually a combination of stripes, polka dots, and various animal print), long hair and arms flailing everywhere as she talks to the birds and waves at neighbors over our fence.
I love your unpredictableness! Is that even a word?