"up to the highest height. Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring!" (If you don't know which song, from what movie I am referencing, you lived a sad, depraved and bordering on abusive childhood - even if you did grow up in a household of boys.)
My sister and I took our boys to the Kite Festival out at Longview Lake. Though I haven't any photos of the monstrous kites, there were some much larger than a hot-air-balloon, and as long or longer than 50 meters (to use the typical swimmer's length reference). What I found to be most interesting on this day trip, was Brock's reaction. As we approached the festival grounds, still in the 4runner, Brock began clapping, kicking and shreaking in utter excitement at the site of all the kites. This excitement did not dwindle as we parked and walked toward the field of wonderful, colorful, flying kites. So, if you ever wonder whether a trip out to see nothing but a bunch of kites is worth it for a 17 month-old, there's your answer. As for Xander, he brought his own kite to fly, guess the 4 year-old needs a little more action.
"up to the highest height. Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring!" 
My sister and I took our boys to the Kite Festival out at Longview Lake. Though I haven't any photos of the monstrous kites, there were some much larger than a hot-air-balloon, and as long or longer than 50 meters (to use the typical swimmer's length reference). What I found to be most interesting on this day trip, was Brock's reaction. As we approached the festival grounds, still in the 4runner, Brock began clapping, kicking and shreaking in utter excitement at the site of all the kites. This excitement did not dwindle as we parked and walked toward the field of wonderful, colorful, flying kites. So, if you ever wonder whether a trip out to see nothing but a bunch of kites is worth it for a 17 month-old, there's your answer. As for Xander, he brought his own kite to fly, guess the 4 year-old needs a little more action.
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