Go Fly a Kite

and try not to run over your baby while doing so. We had a solid 10 minutes of play before they gave the kite to Brynn to hold, who didn't hold it - so the kite took off and got stuck on someone's house - very stuck - he took it down, but it tore to shreds on its way down.
Of course, it started to rain - what kind of mother would I be if I didn't let my kids out flying a kite in the rain. Here's the last picture we have before she let 'er rip! And I know the last words from my mouth were "Don't let go of that, Rossi, she can't hold on tight enou....RUN ROSS, RUN!" (like Forrest Gump's mom!!)


And as you know, when it rains, my hair goes all ethnic. Here's a close up of my fro-puffs! (on each side!!!) (With hair like this you would think I'd have so many other things to complain about than the orange & frizz part!)