Kite-flying

I can't say I'm surprised that we have had some unseasonable weather. This is Tennessee, after all, where we have had nineties in October and snow in April. We have had a mild January, with temps that make it feel more like Spring, and I have appreciated it for several reasons (not freezing, for one, followed by more outside time for the kids and lower heating bills!).

Since today was in the sixties, and it was a beautiful sunny day, the kids enjoyed some outdoor play time after lunch and again after nap time and school time (the boys nap and Emberlynn does her school work). It just so happens that Emberlynn is learning about air in science and how air pressure helps objects (like planes) stay in the air. We made paper air planes and flew them in the house, and I told Emberlynn that once we went outside after the boys woke up that we would fly a kite also. This would be the perfect day because there was a nice breeze to keep the kite up.

At first, she was confused and said, "But we can't fly a kite. It isn't Spring. It's Winter." If only the weather was as black and white as her assumption. I explained that it was a warm Winter day and that the weather was just right for kite-flying. She was SUPER excited, so much so that the minute Cohen sleepily walked out of his room after nap, she told him all about it and was telling him to get his shoes on. I had to make her wait since they needed to have snack time first.

Once outside and I got the kite assembled correctly (it took me a few minutes, as I have never actually assembled a kite, only flown one), I held the end of the kite and showed her how to hold the handle with the string and run until it started flying up. She and Cohen took turns, laughing every time it would crash. I think they were more thrilled with the crashing part than anything else. Cohen was the first one to keep it up the air, but I think he got bored with it just hanging out up there and wanted it to crash again. Emberlynn got it to stay up for a while during her next turn. I showed her how to give it more slack so that it would fly even higher.

I think they could have stayed outside all afternoon flying that dollar-store kite. I felt the same way, only I had to go do this important adult thing called making dinner. I was grateful for being able to experience their first times flying a kite.

I wish I had some pictures or, better yet, videos, of them flying the kite, but this was one of those times when being in the moment was more important than being behind the camera. I'm going to remember the looks on their faces and the joy in their laugh as they discovered the magic in the simplicity of flying a kite.