Yesterday was an enjoyable evening.
At first, it was an usual mundane Sunday… with the routine cleaning up, washing, drying, babysitting my boy,shouting reprimanding my boy for his strings of endless mischief and me lazing around watching Korean Drama later on – marathon like :P …. hope I didn’t overheat the DVD player. LOL. What to do… I am a sucker for K-Dramas (only selective titles, mind you).
So here I thought… sigh… :( another boring weekend for me and my boy. While I was still lamenting silently, my hubby got up from his beauty afternoon sleep (one that runs from afternoon till evening) and came straight at me... and asked if I am gamed for a cruise outside. Boy-oh-boy! I practically jumped up from my lazy chair and gave him an affirmative ‘Yes my dear’ – a little too overly enthusiasticaly that he teased me for it. Tee hee hee…
He then drove the 3 of us to a nearby park where we could see from afar even before reaching it, multitude of colorful kites covering the sky above the park. My boy was so excited by the sight that he kept on pointing at the sky in awe.
Upon disembarking from the car, we went directly to a kite vendor at the side walk, and purchase a Doraemon Kite (it was my son’s choice not mine) – it was quite huge and it looked kinda weird too, in my opinion that is. Well, what he wants is what he gets… well, most of the time. *Evil thoughts* Unless... his father wasn’t around, then I get to bully him a bit. Muahaahaahahaa… We can’t let him win everytime right. Kikikiki… I guess this explains where that mischievous gene comes from. LOL.
Ok, back to the story… so, try as we might, running around like a mad dog (with tongue hanging out… almost. And oh, my hubby did most of the initial runnings) to get that clumsy kite off the ground, but it didn’t really manage to stay up high enough or worst still… long enough. To add to the frustration, our boy kept wailing and throwing tantrums to get his hands on the kite – before we could even get it flying properly like a kite should before handing it over to him. Sigh… in the end, we ended up with a bunch of tangled-up thread ball with the kite still on the ground.
I have to salute my hubby for his never say die attitude in this frustrating endeavor. He didn’t give up, instead he asked me to purchase another simpler design smaller kite. So, of I go like a dutiful wife… and purchased a rainbow colored triangle kite – much smaller and lighter than that first clumsy thing.
Feeling somewhat needing to prove my worth, I ran and ran and ran with this new kite with all my might without caring if I would look like a silly woman pretending to be a some silly kid. I ran with my most ungraceful gait and got the kite up in seconds. Ahhh… it was all well worth it – the humiliation and silliness. It wasn’t an easy task - with me wearing a slipper you know – for fear I might just accidentally kick one into the air. That would be priceless… Ahahahaaa
Just when I started feeling I am the master-of-this-universe and on-top-of-this-world... that damn kite started to loose its air-borne ability and came crashing down to mother earth again. Sheeshhh… However, I did have it up in the sky for a moment longer than the previous kite – this was my only consolation.
After all the failed attempts we decided to take a breather at the children’s playground… where my son have boundless of fun – with me running around trying to follow him closely and protectively like a mother hen - ahem… I guess I am right here i.e. I am a mother hen - Cluck! cluck! cluck! Hehee. Woah! It was actually more tiring this way… help! I am parched.
We decided to have another go at the kite later on and managed to get it up and make it stay for sometime this round – at my hubby’s earnest effort. Yay!
In conclusion, what’s my take on kite flying?
It was LOADS OF FRUSTRATION + OODLES OF FUN + PLENTY OF EXERCISE = ONE HAPPY FAMILY OUTING. Horray!
Later, I blatantly hinted to my hubby that
P/S: I now suffer from sore legs from all the running - up and down the slope - pretending to be a Super-Cool-Mom :(
At first, it was an usual mundane Sunday… with the routine cleaning up, washing, drying, babysitting my boy,
So here I thought… sigh… :( another boring weekend for me and my boy. While I was still lamenting silently, my hubby got up from his beauty afternoon sleep (one that runs from afternoon till evening) and came straight at me... and asked if I am gamed for a cruise outside. Boy-oh-boy! I practically jumped up from my lazy chair and gave him an affirmative ‘Yes my dear’ – a little too overly enthusiasticaly that he teased me for it. Tee hee hee…
He then drove the 3 of us to a nearby park where we could see from afar even before reaching it, multitude of colorful kites covering the sky above the park. My boy was so excited by the sight that he kept on pointing at the sky in awe.
Upon disembarking from the car, we went directly to a kite vendor at the side walk, and purchase a Doraemon Kite (it was my son’s choice not mine) – it was quite huge and it looked kinda weird too, in my opinion that is. Well, what he wants is what he gets… well, most of the time. *Evil thoughts* Unless... his father wasn’t around, then I get to bully him a bit. Muahaahaahahaa… We can’t let him win everytime right. Kikikiki… I guess this explains where that mischievous gene comes from. LOL.
Ok, back to the story… so, try as we might, running around like a mad dog (with tongue hanging out… almost. And oh, my hubby did most of the initial runnings) to get that clumsy kite off the ground, but it didn’t really manage to stay up high enough or worst still… long enough. To add to the frustration, our boy kept wailing and throwing tantrums to get his hands on the kite – before we could even get it flying properly like a kite should before handing it over to him. Sigh… in the end, we ended up with a bunch of tangled-up thread ball with the kite still on the ground.
I have to salute my hubby for his never say die attitude in this frustrating endeavor. He didn’t give up, instead he asked me to purchase another simpler design smaller kite. So, of I go like a dutiful wife… and purchased a rainbow colored triangle kite – much smaller and lighter than that first clumsy thing.
Feeling somewhat needing to prove my worth, I ran and ran and ran with this new kite with all my might without caring if I would look like a silly woman pretending to be a some silly kid. I ran with my most ungraceful gait and got the kite up in seconds. Ahhh… it was all well worth it – the humiliation and silliness. It wasn’t an easy task - with me wearing a slipper you know – for fear I might just accidentally kick one into the air. That would be priceless… Ahahahaaa
Just when I started feeling I am the master-of-this-universe and on-top-of-this-world... that damn kite started to loose its air-borne ability and came crashing down to mother earth again. Sheeshhh… However, I did have it up in the sky for a moment longer than the previous kite – this was my only consolation.
After all the failed attempts we decided to take a breather at the children’s playground… where my son have boundless of fun – with me running around trying to follow him closely and protectively like a mother hen - ahem… I guess I am right here i.e. I am a mother hen - Cluck! cluck! cluck! Hehee. Woah! It was actually more tiring this way… help! I am parched.
We decided to have another go at the kite later on and managed to get it up and make it stay for sometime this round – at my hubby’s earnest effort. Yay!
In conclusion, what’s my take on kite flying?
It was LOADS OF FRUSTRATION + OODLES OF FUN + PLENTY OF EXERCISE = ONE HAPPY FAMILY OUTING. Horray!
Later, I blatantly hinted to my hubby that
P/S: I now suffer from sore legs from all the running - up and down the slope - pretending to be a Super-Cool-Mom :(
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