Turns out Joel has never actually flown a kite (at least that he can remember), so I had a fun time teaching everyone how to do it. Kite flying with my dad and brothers is a treasured memory from my childhood. We were too poor to buy the fancy kites at the store very often (even though they seem to only cost 3 bucks nowadays), so my dad would help us make our own out of wrapping paper and sticks and fabric scraps for the tail and we would spend hours in our big backyard trying to fly them.
Anyway, Chloe got a few kites for her birthday and she has been dying to try them out. Cedar City is a kite flyers dream with all the wind we have here, so we had a lot of fun seeing how high we could fly the kites.
Chloe happily holding up the kite once I got it flying super high for her:
Bria trying her darnedest to get the other kite to work:
Sophia, our designated Kite Runner, loved chasing the kites:
Up to the highest height:
Fun as it was, it ended up in drama when the girls were fighting over the good kite (the one in the picture) because the smaller one wouldn't catch the wind very well. When she had to let Bria have a turn, Chloe threw an all out tantrum and when Joel told her to be nice, she said, "I AM nice! Just not today."
And thus ended our kite flying adventure.