They had a blast! Played on the beach, in the pool, and at the mall playground. Grandpa pulled out his huge kite and James got one just his size to bring home. When he told me about it over the phone I thought he said he got a frog kite but it turned out to be a flag kite. Very patriotic. You should know that for days before the trip he talked about Grandpa and his kite. He decided they were going to fly it together and that Grandpa would buy him one to bring home. That was the first thing he asked him when we saw him on Thursday, too. See below for pictures of both kites. Gpa's kite has a 10 foot tail, btw. J's is a lot smaller, but still pretty great. Of course, he loved hanging with Gigi, too. Every time I mention her or call her he wants to go to her house. Nothing is better than Gigi's house.
The first day I got a picture of Meg's knees all scraped up from the concrete, but she's a rough n tumble kind of girl and fearless too, so I'm not surprised. She also was quite taken with Grandpa. Gigi said she loved rough housing with him. One time Sunday she followed him up the stairs while the rest of us were playing downstairs. I kept trying to get her to say Gigi but she doesn't quite have it. I won't be too surprised if she suddenly asks for her one day.
Getting ready to fly
Flying Grandpa's kite
J's kite
Meg watching
Playing with mommy's old xylophone
Yup, that's why they love Grandpa. He's just so fun!
Cheese!
