Kites and Frisbees and Bikes

Dust masks can inspire. After a box of 50 arrived from Amazon, the boys and I put them on and cleaned our rental garage out of detritus from ancient renters. We expunged and eliminated broken building supplies. After a trip to the dump in Coupeville, we treated ourselves to bowling at a small bowling alley there, followed by a trip to Fort Casey.

Crispin has had several kites, one which works quite well. Fort Casey provides a serendipitous spot for kite flying, and Crispin gloried in his independence with his kite. He was able to send it aloft by himself and let his long (300 foot?) kite string all the way out.

While he reveled in resistance and flow, Liam and I had fun with a frisbee catch. The wind kept the frisbee aloft for a long time (of course making it drift considerably), and we had lots of success running underneath it. It helped me really appreciate my Father's Day five finger shoes; they make my feet look like cat feet, but they are remarkably comfortable for standing and walking and playing sports with the boys. My body naturally knows to run on the balls of my feet.

No photo of Crispin could capture the beauty and joy of his kite flying. Here, instead, is a picture of a bicycle Crispin drew; it hangs at Kelly's house. Over the past 2 months, Crispin has shown rising interest in paper arts, coloring and cutting and taping and building. Like their grandmother, the boys have been making homemade fireworks for me to light. Like other artists, the boys might spend an hour or two working at their desks independently.