Stair Jumping (i.e. how to give mommy a heart attack)

The man of the house decided to pile our couch cushions up at the base of the stairs the other day and taught the girls to throw their precious, carried in my body nine months, four and one year old bodies from the stairs into the pile. If their smiles hadn't been so darn big I would have probably called a cease fire of flying bodies and lured them away with ice cream. Or a pony. Or something less nerve-wracking. As it was they were having a fantastic time and so I decided to instead try to capture the mid-air madness. My camera isn't the best so excuse the blur and bad-lighting.

Brecken was so cute (and brave) she thought she could do EVERYTHING Taryn was doing and had no fear. Just massive smiles.

Oh boy. Maybe next time we can just stick to go-fish where the only real danger is a paper-cut.