Let's Go Fly A Kite

Costumes

This is what was on the loose in these parts.

"How"

And this little number was in preparation for a

Bear Hunt!

Water

Saturday found us out in the harbor.

Let me introduce you to the crew...

Captain

Since September, she's been the Captain.
on
and
off
the boat.

Can you guess what la capitana thought about the life vest?

First Mate

He was looking for pirates on the high seas.

Skipper

The cutest little skipper I've ever seen.
His feet don't even reach the deck.

After the ordeal, we walked around the North End.
It was all fun and games until
"Skipper"
fell into the cold fountain.

I felt so bad.

Fenway for $5

C'mon, sing with me now...

Take me out to the ball game,

Take me out to the crowd,

Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks
I don't care if I never come back

Oh we'll

root
root
root

for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame,

For it's

One

Two

Three!

Strikes your out
At the old ball game.

Happy Easter

Patriots Day

Yesterday was Patriots Day.

If you don't live in New England, you might not know what that is.
It all started on April 19, 1775 and has continued on.
It is, as my friend says,

"Boston's best day."

It starts early...5:45, with a re-enactment in Lexington.
This is where the first squabble with the British occurred.
Paul Revere had warned the men
"The British are coming"
the night of the 18th.
The British were marching out to Concord to seize the ammo and other supplies.
The Patriots tried to slow them down in Lexington.

I am amazed we won...not this encounter...because we didn't...but the war.

Then, there is the running of the marathon.

I still get all those antsy feelings for the runners.
I didn't run it this year, but this is my favorite marathon picture from two years back.

And it ends with ice cream with friends at Kimball Farms.

I can't wait 'til next year.

Birthday Gifts

For my birthday, each of my kids gave me a special gift.

Anna had a 4 layer blowout.
A blowout worthy of a 20 minute trip home from our activity so she could have a bath, and a 20 minute ride back.
Christian was the hero...he drove, bathed, and cleaned.

James' gift started with a cry.
He cried so hard his lips turned purple,
then his face,
then his hands.
Christian saved the day again by catching him just as he became limp and passed out.
When he came to, he was fine.

And Daniel learned the lesson about cutting hair...his own.
And of coarse, Christian was the hero, he documented this rite of passage.

Phew, I'm glad birthdays only happen once a year.