Let's go fly a kite...
Up to the highest height....
Let's go fly a kite....
And let go of the handle so Daddy has to chase it into the bushes. OH, and let's rip off the streamers tooooooooo.
That's how the song goes, right? No? Well, that was our own special version last Saturday.
A special father/son moment as Mike explains to Will that smacking butterflies with a shovel is not nice.
The afternoon weather was gorgeous, so we made a mad dash to the beach. Of course there's no such thing as a 'mad dash' when you have two kids because there are diapers, extra clothes, snacks, drinks, sand toys, umbrella, blanket, towels, and, of course, a kite to pack. The baby would need yet another feeding and Mike would require a gentle reminder that Will no longer wears a size 9 month swim shirt. All this for an hour of fun.
Will made a friend. And by 'friend,' I mean they hoarded their toys and pretty much told each other to back off.
Lest you think Amelia was left out of the fun, never you worry. She's been plenty busy--
Having tummy time supervised by Big Bro...
No need to lie. That was our first attempt at tummy time.
Taking naps on Dad...
Dear Amelia, Sorry about the cellulite. Let's blame Grandma. Love, Mom
Butterfly tank purchased for 68 cents at Baby Gap last January. Best. Deal. Ever.
And just like that, she was 6 weeks old.
Happy rest of the week!