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Conference Sunday, Trampoline Style

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We enjoyed General Conference very much this weekend, but at the end of it all, there's only one thing we all want:  to get outside and MOVE!

Glo convinced both John and Johannah to head out to the trampoline with her.  It was probably the first possible day they could have jumped with all the snow we have had of late.

I couldn't help but post this sequence of pictures I took.  The ultimate goal was for the three of them to be high in the air, but John found that he usually was "dead" on the trampoline while the girls were flying high in the air off his bounce.

While this was the view in one direction...

...this was the view in the other direction.  Beautiful!

First attempt at the picture--
I forgot to mention that John was on call, and had been home only 5 hours in three days :-(



John thought it might work if they all held hands.
Poor John!

Kind of...


John finally got some air time, and channeled his inner monkey...

Johannah obviously gave up on holding hands!

Pretty dang close (and John is even smiling!)

Hannah was laughing so hard she said she was about to ... well, you know.

It's the closest we got.  Not quite what I was looking for.
This photograph should be titled "JOHN'S REVENGE" :-)






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  1. UnknownApril 14, 2013 at 10:56 AM

    Love the pink socks! And what great action shots. Looks like fun.

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