Back in April we had a few days that were really windy. REALLY WINDY! I thought “Kite Time!” All we had was a dainty little thing for a kite and absolutely no know how. When I was kid my dad and I would fly kites. He’d get it it high into the air and then let me hold it and when I got tired of holding it we’d tie it to our mailbox and see how long it would stay up. One day it was up so long I forgot about it until after dinner. When we finally went to check on it all that was left was the string. The wind and gotten so strong it took my kite with it. I was devastated, because I was 5 and loosing a kite can be devastating. So, my dad got in the car with me and we went on a kite hunt and actually found it two blocks away. My dad was my hero!

You’ll notice in this group of very pathetic kite flying attempts that Emma is in her pajamas. It was just one of those kind of days. :)