A Windy Day

It was a cold, blustery, busy day last Saturday. We'd been out all morning. When little sister Viv went down for a nap, we had about 90 minutes to kill. I suggested flying a kite--and E jumped at the chance!



The wind was unpredictable, and with only two of us, I was nervous that the kite might pull E over, or we'd lose it. Nope. E held tight, and never fell. When the kite crashed, I'd run over and relaunch. E tried holding the kite with either hand.



Even though it was COLD COLD COLD, we were both glad to be outside.