There are days when it seems everyone is in a fantastic mood, and then there is this past week. There must have been quite the sale on crankypants because everywhere I go, the crank is there. CRANK GRUMBLE. CRANK. WHINE. CRANK.
Fortunately for me, the sun has been shining, the temperatures have been moderate, the flowers have been blooming, and a certain short person has been wearing dresses on a daily basis. Y'all can keep your crankypants. We're floating with the clouds.
Or with a kite. Whatever.
There's a story as to how it came to be that Alexis hadn't ever really flown a kite until this past weekend, but it's long and boring and full of pointlessness (just like everything else on this blog! KA-POW!). But, this past weekend when I should have been doing yard work, I looked over at a rather cheerful Alexis as she happily played on her swingset and said SCREW IT. I grabbed the kite out of the depths of the garage, told her to ready herself for an explosion of awesomeness, and we flew that kite.
And flew that kite.
And flew that kite.
Eventually I had to put an end to the kite flying because hockey. Playoffs. Stuff like that.
Alexis was OK with the stopping because hockey. She understands the importance of her sitting in her lucky chair and chanting "Marc Andre Fleury" in a singsong voice that I really must capture on video one of these days because it's amazing.
After the very important hockey things were done, Alexis looked over at me, considered making puppy dog eyes, realized that was a terrible idea, and then politely asked if we could go to a park to fly the kite. I one-upped her and found us a wide open field at the top of a hill.
I think maybe she liked it.
A lot.
I hope Alexis remembers these sorts of random moments when she's older. With any luck, they'll bring her as much joy as they bring me.