On one of our few sunny days this summer (we're near the record of fewest days above 65) Emma and I went out and flew her kite. It was a present from Aunt Julie and Uncle Steve for her last birthday but she wasn't really into it. This year it's been great fun.Many thanks to Granddad's lawn.
P.S. I still can't believe how big she is. I have some pretty good memories from her age. It means that long into her years she will remember some of the things I do and say. It's enough to prompt me into my best behavior. That and her uncanny ability to remember most things I say and repeat them in mixed company...
