Big Mama doesn't do kites...

It was quite a windy day here, which was nice, for a change!  I am so tired of the burning hot sun and welcomed the wind.  It occurred to me that the kiddos both had kites, still in the package, in the garage.  Well, I got those suckers out and put them together (which entailed putting a little plastic piece in two holes and attaching the string - I am so handy!)  We headed to the backyard.  Before I go any further, let me just make it clear that I might, perhaps, be the WORST kite flyer in the universe!  I honestly don't think I have ever got a kite to go in the air.  Sigh.  There are just some things that I don't do well...I don't do marathons well, for example.  Granted, I have never tried to run a marathon, but the fact that I can't run to the mailbox without nearly passing out is a good indicator.  Anyways, Leah finally got her kite in the air, after much name calling ("stupid kite.")  Once she got it up, it did great!  Logan's wasn't as easy...and he's four...and his helper was ME...Finally, Brad come home and helped him and then, believe it or not, I got it up in the air for him a couple of times too!  HOLLA!!!