Crossing an item off my birthday goal list, and dumping a ton of photos on you at the same time. I couldn’t help it; they were all so beautiful I couldn’t narrow it down any more than this.
Before we had a baby we would just jump in the car and drive to the park with nothing but a camera and a soccer ball, lie on the grass and stare at the clouds. Now we have to check and double check that diaper bag, pack a bag with a blanket and extra clothes and baby blankets and bottles and OMG are we ever going to leave the house. Daylight’s wasting, let’s goooooo! By the time we stopped by Whole Foods to grab our picnic sandwiches (pulled pork with onions and pickles oh my) we made it to the park nearly two hours after the idea first formed in our minds.
This park up on the Hill is my absolute favorite. There’s a huge expanse of vibrant green grass that appears to drop off into the sky above the ocean. In the late afternoon, the mist comes in and blots out the sun. I’m not doing it justice with this description. Just suffice it to say it’s one of my favorite spots in L.A.
At first it seemed like the kite was going to be a bust. H put it together while I smeared sunblock on all of us. My pasty white legs that match the clouds, Alexa’s milky baby skin and H’s farmer tan. Finally, after several failed attempts, we were able to get the kite in the air for about a minute at a time, which is enough to keep us trying for longer. We were like mice in a wheel, working hard for that tiny reward. But give me a break. Getting that kite to soar — even for five seconds — is a wonderful feeling.
Plus, I think it’s been at least 20 years since I’ve flown a kite. If you haven’t flown one since you were a kid, I highly recommend it. You’ll feel younger afterward.
