I don’t know if it’s where we live (not exactly wide or open), or if our kids were just too young, or if we didn’t have the right kind of kites, or maybe all of the above, but we’ve never had a whole lot of luck with kites.
More often than not, it just amounted to a lot of tangled lines and disappointment.
Well we have discovered a whole new world. Kites + long stretch of beach = perfection.
My boys could spend all day long running up and down the beach, feet wet and sandy, eyes looking skyward.
And when they can’t do that anymore, they come in to draw and paint them.
The big poster, leaning against the wall, is something we began working on last week, in preparation for our trip.
We labeled the picture, then thought of all the nouns, verbs and adjectives we might need in our “word bank” for journaling while we are at the beach. It’s working out really well!
But back to the kites…
James is inventing stories about his kite – how it’s actually a satellite, sending signals to a secret spy station.
It reminds me of how I used to pretend that my old bike, with it’s big banana seat and white plastic basket (complete with big plastic, purple, flowers), was actually a horse named “Morning Glory.”
I wonder how long it will take for their kites to have names?