lets go fly a kite

I actually (for once) didn't have my camera near when we decided that it was windy and made and flew kites
Ever since then Camilla watches the tops of the palm trees carefully and if there is even a slight breeze
Brings out our best flyer- the garbage bag kite
"I'm flying! I'm flying mama!"
In the back of my mind I am formulating a plan that involves a real and very beautiful kite
on a large stretch of green grass or sandy beach...
someday soon.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the wind died down Cami told me that we must "lie down and wait"
she kept telling the windy to "hurry and come back"
waiting is hard for a 3 year old.
falling while kite running is harder
"mama, the wind pushed me!"