Jay was born with a competitive streak. Everything he does is tinged with some sort of challenge. "Can I carry every bag from the grocery store into the house in one trip?" "Can I empty the dishwasher more efficiently than yesterday?" Did ya see how I threw in a back handed compliment there? Jay does all the grocery shopping and empties the dishwasher! He's the best! Back to the point...Instead of just picking up the apples that fell from the tree off the driveway, he has to use a hockey stick and try to flick each apple up over the house...bonus points it one hits the shed (nearly impossible). If there is a ball of any kind in the room, Jay will be bouncing it, juggling it, or trying to hit an impossibly small target. He can make up a game faster than the Parker Bros. and Hasbro combined! Jay once created a game (Hand Hockey) that kids for years would show up at our house to play in a tournament style. It was too sweaty and bloody for my taste, but whatever. All this brings me to my point...we have a (sort of) empty room in our basement. It's great to run in, rough house, play catch...anything, because there's nothing to run into and nothing to break. Well, all this nothingness started to bore Jay to pieces. Hence our new play room...
Climbing rope/swing? Check?
Climbing wall? Check.
Climbing wall PLUS wall to wall rope? Check.
High jump that Trey will inevitably try to wreck every single time? Check.
Hours of fun, creativity, and exercise? Check.
Please ignore the fact that Bella is wearing her nightgown...it's my own sort of competition. I'm trying to see how small I can keep the laundry pile. Right now, I'm losing.