we're supposed to be in the 60s and 70s all week long.
that's just craziness.
true, we are occasionally treated to an april snowstorm. but something tells me that isn't happening this year.
especially since it hasn't happened even once this winter. a minnesota winter without snow is unheard of.
climate change skeptics can kiss my grits right about now.
anyway, we got our first real taste of winter's goodbye this weekend. it was in the 60s and breezy and amazing all weekend long. it was impossible to be in the house, so on saturday i took the kids for a bike ride around the neighorhood, then harper gave up and begged to go to the park instead. she played in the sand with her buddy for awhile while henry continued to ride his bike, but soon henry started to head in and i knew what that meant: find dad and see if he wants to play xbox.
i was not having it on such a lovely day.
so i diverted henry's attention. i said, "hey - tell dad to bring out the kites. this is a perfect day for that."
and that worked. henry was instantly hooked on the idea, he and marc got the kites ready, and the wind was perfect.
(yes, marc had a barbie kite.)
the single-string kite flew easily, but henry struggled with his. we hadn't realized it was a double-handled one. definitely tricky for a kite novice.
it would go up ... it would crash down ... it would go up ... it would crash down ... it would get tangled up in itself ... it would take five minutes to untangle ...
and patience is not henry's strong suit.
pretty soon, harper came running over from the playground to claim the barbie kite, and she flew it like a champ.
for, like, the next two hours she flew that kite.
and henry continued to try, bless his heart.
within half an hour of us going out with our kites, word spread and soon these kids came out with their kites ...
and then these kids showed up with their kite ...
and an adult neighbor out walking her dog came to the park with *her* kite.
and marc and i just sighed and exclaimed to each other: this is what we wanted. this is the neighborhood we'd been waiting for.
we were all outside for four and a half hours. during that time, we counted more than 30 kids coming and going. my kids were happy and engaged the entire time. even after henry's kite snapped in half from one too many nosedives into the ground, instead of fleeing to the house, he jogged over to play football with the other neighbor boys.
and it was bliss.
if this is what spring and summer will be like, i'm perfectly fine with it arriving early.