Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Oh, the stimming.  If she's not jumping on the trampoline, running back and forth, or obsessing over a texture bin, she's reaching up to climbing me.  She wants to swing.  She wants to fly.  She wants to spin until her little heart's content.

But seriously, I'm only one person.  There is a limit to the amount of times I can play helicopter or airplane, and my limit is waaaaay lower than hers.  I'm huffin' and puffin' and fallin' over (I kid you not, people, she can spin until you feel as though you've downed a 30-pack of Ice House in about 12 seconds), and she's rarin' to go.

What's a gal to do?

Well, if you are fortunate enough to have such wonderful people around as we do, you count on help.  For the princess's birthday, The Grumps got her two - count 'em, two - swings, along with the swivel hardware needed to mount them properly.  The swings are interchangeable - they both attach to the same stuff, and they're quite different.

We hung the mounting hardware from one of our maple trees today, though - unfortunately - no one thought to take photos or video of the process.  Let's just say it involved polyester fiber rope, duct tape, killer aim, a tree trimmer, a go-devil, kitchen shears, a candle lighter, a step stool, some hardware, and a little bit of Rube Goldberg (aka Grumma) action thrown in for good measure.   

Here are a couple of shots of her on the new tire swing...more to come later including the hammock-style lycra cuddle swing as well.  And if you're good - and I mean good - there may even be a video in your future.

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Hey, Grumma and Grumpa, I've been thinkin' about this swing...

And I gotta say...this sucker ain't half bad!

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Thanks for comin' over to help with the setup, Grumma.  We should start a duct-tape-swingin' team...I think we could make nationals if we just apply ourselves and eat lots and lots of 3 Musketeers Mint.  ;)