It's funny how focused kids get. This afternoon I took the kids to the park, and I brought along the new parafoil kite Aunt DeDee gave us. When they were here, everyone was at the park, and Isabelle loved looking at the kite she saw there. So DeDee bought us a very similar, if not the same, kite. But we haven't had any breezey days yet. Rainy and windy, but not really kite flying days, unless your name is Benjamin.

All was going well as we walked down the pathway to the park, and we are just getting into the first stages of Spring. Along the pathway we saw a few flowers starting to bloom, and a lot of Dandelions, which Isabelle then proceeded to pick, every one she saw! Then she wasn't happy with only having yellow blooms, and she saw the periwinkle and needed the nice contrast to her bouquet. Of course, once she had those, she needed the 'nosemary'. Suddenly, going to the park to fly a kite wasn't the goal anymore.


I eventually got her to the park, and had the kite flying in a few minutes. Isabelle smiled when she saw it, and said' "Kite, kite!" But then she wanted to get some of the pink flowers off of the wild cherry trees. She couldn't reach them, but they were more important than this wonderful kite 40 ft up in the air. I even attached the 8 ft. streamer tail! She couldn't care less about the kite anymore.

I let her play around the park for a while, and she must have collected 50 dandelions, many just a raisin of their former self. But she wanted to bring them all home to Mommy. So I figure she had enough flowers, and I needed to get David home to sleep warm and cozy, instead of cool and breezy, and off we went. Very slowly.
" Come on Isabelle. Let's bring those flowers home"

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" Come on Isabelle."

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"Isabelle, please don't drag your shoes on the cement. We need to get David home, and start your dinner."

She start walking normally. And then,

"Flower!" she says as she runs over to yet another dandelion which must have sprung up in the last 15 minutes, 'cause I'm sure she scoured this field on the way to the park. Of course, by this time, she can't actually pick up any more flowers, as her hands are full of the afternoon collection already. With both hands clasping dozens of flowers, (most of the periwinkle has shriveled up and fallen to the wayside by now) she bends over, and extends one, then two, pinky fingers to grab the precious golden weed. A few of the other flowers are lost off the top, and I hear,
"Oh No!"

She spends a few minutes getting all the flowers back into her hands, and looked over the green lawn for more.
" Come on Isabelle. Let's go home. We need to leave some flowers for other people to enjoy."

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