A few weeks ago, on a beautiful and sunny Sunday when Mr. Great's parents were in town, we attempted to join the rest of our city at the Zilker Kite Festival. Sadly, the line to get a shuttle bus snaked around two levels of the parking garage and was more than we were equipped to manage. Forced to abandon that plan, we had to think fast to calm a very upset five-year-old who had been promised a spectacular kite day. We ran to a favorite toy store, bought one of the few kites left on the shelf, ran home to get our cheapo beach kite, and headed to our neighborhood park. With the grandparents' help, we made our own kite festival.
Thanks to Pops, we even got to fly a little plane.
It may not have been the kite festival we looked forward to, but everyone was smiling. We finished off the afternoon with some backyard fun.
Thanks for visiting, Grandma and Pops!