It was unseasonably warm this weekend - in the mid-60s - and the kids wanted to fly kites after church. There was a bit of a breeze, enough for kites, so they gave it a try! Anna reassembled her kite and flew it on her own.
Such a pro!
Since the big kids were flying kites the little boys HAD to be a part of it. They are big too after all. Just ask them. Grant did a good job holding the kite. He was sick that day so was in his (storm trooper) jammies all day. But he said he felt good enough to go outside to fly kites. After half an hour or so he told me he wanted to go back in. He went back in and laid on the couch again. Poor Grant.
John kind of participated.
Matthew was also able to manage his own kite. He did just fine except for one time when his kite took a dive into a thorny, kite-eating rose bush. It took him a while to get it out, but he eventually did. We enjoyed our warm weekend. This cold winter business gets a thumbs down from me. Especially with five kids in a small house. So, we're hoping winter decides to end sooner rather than later.





































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