Let’s Go Fly a Kite

One of my favorite memories as a kid is flying kites with my dad in Rochester, NY when we visited my Grandma Moose.  We walked to the local school that my dad went to for our flying expeditions.  At the end we would walk back chanting, “Orange juice and ice cubes, orange juice and ice cubes” and head inside for a refreshing drink.

Back in March, Andrew and Emily made kites from scrap paper and toothpicks.  Once everything was assembled they flew it in the fan.  From the glimpses I caught is looked like a lot of fun.

When I saw a $5 kite at Aldi’s I picked it up, because, nostalgia, and I could sit in the grass and enjoy while Andrew played with the kids.  It sat in the trunk for a few weeks until last Saturday.  After the kids patiently played and ate snacks at our community garden plot while Andrew and I weeded, we went to the always-super-duper-way-to0-windy field nearby.  Once the kite was set up it took right to the sky with zero effort.  Emily could run and spin until her heart was content.  It was hard to tell who was dragging who.  Emily loved every second of it and would have run with it all day if we had time.

Nathan was more interested in playing with the balls we brought or picking flowers, but even he took a turn.

I foresee many more kite flying adventures this summer!