Bouncy, woo! Bouncy, woo!

Ben used to play a game with his nieces and nephews. We called it Bouncy- woo. He would bounce then gently and say "Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, WOO!" and every single one of them would crack up. They loved it. So now when I bounce on something, (You do it all the time, like me, right?) I am always thinking... well, you know.
We rented the bouncy house last weekend for a going away party for our dear friends, the Lindseys, who are leaving the ATL and moving to Texas, and I am not sure who liked it more- the little kids or the big kids ;)
Keg + bouncy house= awesome party! Don't worry, the kids were the designated drivers. What kind of parents do you think we are?!

Here are some pics of the kids and me (day after keg- ugh) in the bouncy house.