I'd rather go fly a kite.

At the beginning of the summer, when Wal-Mart puts out those end caps with bubbles and jump ropes and chalk and other outsoorsy items, the boys talked me into buying them kites.  I consented; they're only a dollar afterall.  I didn't know when I'd get around to actually flying them with the munchkins, or how they would pester me day in and day out until I did!

Finally, months later after I thought they'd forget about them, Aidan finds one of the packages in the closet and starts up the begging again.  Gaaaahhhhh.  Fine.  Okay, I'll do it.  I decided that day I'd leave work a couple minutes early, pack up a picnic and take them to fly kites.  Thanks to Auntie Brandi's suggestion, we found the perfect wide open field around 61st and Garnett (if I'm remembering correctly).  Here's our adventure!

Quilt, check.  Picnic dinner, check.  Kite, check.Little punkin pie, still sweaty and dirty from school... 
Happy Campers Aidie wanted a picture of our sammies... Aidan was so excited he started flying the kite while it was still in the package!
Let's put that thing together first, kid.
Just put this part here, and click in that...
And stretch out that ribbon...woah, it's long!And off we go!!Alec stayin' behind with momma watchin' the action.  He's pretty happy with his chips.We didn't have a lot (or any) wind, but Aidan sure can run!  Alec decided to try his hand...Then bubba started chasing.Then little bubba was tired of running and came back for chips.  Go figure. 
 Aidie was NOT done though.  Here's the money shot:Another successful adventure, and a happy mommy!
 
If only every day could be a kite flying day...