Auntie Jocelyn gave Frances a kite awhile ago, maybe two years ago? It seemed time to try it out. We found a lovely field and gave it a whirl. (Be sure to ignore glimpses of I-93 and buildings.)
It started with a lot of this:
...so Chandler entertained herself, being a second child and all.
Imagine this picture without the blankety-blank paci:
The days of the paci are numbered, I tell you. (Unfortunately, if she goes too long without a paci, she starts wandering around looking for it and crying, like a miniature cigarette-quitter. It is very sad.)
Chandler did try to help with the kite flying.
And there you have it, one flying kite. It just required a lot of running.
We'll give it another go on a day with wind. And Chandler's bonnet, of course.
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