I can Still Double Dutch

After over a month away from my blog, I am back to tell you that I officially am old. For those of you who know me, I will be turning 30 this summer. I've never truly felt old before, except for when I was wobbling around this past summer huge and sweatly and pregnant, but not on a normal day have I ever felt old. Until yesterday.

It all started at my in-laws house. Of course we had to get together for the annual dinner with the family and the hunting of the eggs. Maybe it was the weather, the spring fever, the mass amounts of young kids running around, but for whatever reason, my father in law decided to bust out the jump ropes. It started with my daughter having her papa turn the rope while she jumped in her Easter dress. Super cute. Then the older boy cousins got involved and it was still cute. But then they added a rope in and all of a sudden the older group started reminiscing.....

And when older people reminisce about their double dutch days, let me tell you what happens. You remember how to double dutch. After a few glasses of wine, you get up there, time it just right, and blow into it with perfect timing. Except, the one thing you don't remember? That the last time you double dutched you were 10. And you have gained a whole hell of a lot of weight since you were 10. So you go into it with the force it took at 10. Needless to say, getting this much weight off the ground requires a lot more force than what you expected. It took me five strained jumps just to figure out how to get myself up into the air and "SKIPPING" instead of just flailing. It was ridiculous. And I had an audience. And I hurt myself. Pulled my shoulder bad trying to get my body to cooperate. And then I was flying, just like I was 10. And people were cheering. And then the next thing that I realized is after 3 kids, not only do you have to get all that weight up into the air, but when you do, something else happens that never happened at 10. I peed my pants. With every glorious jump, another trickle. I was jumping and so proud, but I had to jump out because I didn't really want to be the relative that pissed her pants while trying to double dutch. I ran to the bathroom and I have never felt so old.

And so, I believe it's time to focus on those kegel exercises because now I am a legacy and people are going to be trying to get me on their double dutch teams, and I have to be ready. And beside, I have a daughter, and I know I'm gonna be asked numerous times to double dutch with her and all her cute little friends. So after I nurse my shoulder back to health, I am going to try again. Because I refuse to be the flailing, leaking, double dutcher. But I have to say, it was a glorious feeling to jump between those ropes again, if it's been awhile, you should totally give it a try!