Kite & Bacon Bubbles

The heat wave continued on Wednesday, but at 11:00 I finally took the kids and Jack outside. I found some Buddy Bubbles, which are bacon scented bubbles for dogs. Jack LOVES to chase bubbles. The only problem was there was no bubble wand in the bottle and the wands that we have wouldn't fit into the bottle. This may be one reason why the Buddy Bubbles product hasn't taken off....they make it kind of hard to use when they don't provide you with the proper tools! (just in case the makers of BB are reading this!) So being the problem solver that I am, I poured the bubbles into a cup. I am not really sure Jack appreciated the bacon scented bubbles, but he chased them all the same!

Although it was very humid (and did I mention hot?) there was a breeze so we got the kite out. Now we had quite the traumatic experience with a fairy kite in the early spring. A story wort retelling...

It was a warm day in early spring and a perfect day for flying a kite. We had found this really cool kite string handle that was ring shaped, perfect for little hands. It even had a little notch so you can let out as much string as you want and then stop. On this particular windy day Elizabeth wanted to hold the kite. I got our beloved fairy kite up in the air for her and it was flying pretty high. I then handed her the handle and told her "hold on tight, don't let go". Jack or Grant needed my attention, so as she stood in the back corner of the yard I ran to the garage real fast. You know it is always in those "real fast" moments that things happen. Sure enough, she had let go. I see the neon yellow handle bouncing across the field. The wet, muddy field. Elizabeth starts crying "my fairy kite, my fairy kite." The kite is still blowing across the field.. EB is still crying. I looks like the handle is stuck on something. So I put on my rain boots. I put Elizabeth's snow boots on her and strap Grant to me in a sling. We start tromping across the field. The mud is thick and sticking to our boots making our trek even heavier and slower. All the time EB is still crying "my fairy kite, my fairy kite." I am trying my best, but man this is tough. I get to where I think I had seen the handle only to find a old corn stalk. I look a little further and I can see the wind has carried the kite into a tree about another half a mile away. Well, as you can see this was quite the situation, so I will get to the end. The kite was stuck in the tree and I couldn't reach the handle and we had a very long walk home. We hung our hopes on daddy being our hero when he got home from work. All he was able to salvage was the precious handle.

Aunt Amber happened to be in town and heard of our sad tale and bought EB a new and better lady bug kite.

Even as we flew it today Elizabeth said, "I won't let go!" Good plan!




We had a little swim at Mimi and Pops and then hit the neighborhood garage sales. Brandon had a softball game that we went to. About three minutes in, I regretted that decision. It was so sticky and the kids just wanted to sit on me. But we clapped and cheered real big when Daddy hit a triple!