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Go Fly A Kite!

Last Saturday, we experienced the Kite Festival at "The Mall" in DC. First, it's kinda comical that mall is used to describe a wide open strip of land between the Washington Monument and the U.S. Capitol. I digress.

We purchased a "Hello Kitty" kite from Toys R Us a couple weeks ago and G was ready to for her experience. However, last Saturday morn, she was rather mellow. Seems she had a dream about her and a boy from her daycare (grrrrrr) standing in the rain and her dress got wet. Never mind that maybe they were soaked. Her dress was wet. Why were they in the rain? Details, this was a dream and her dream - so it's all about the dress. As for the boy, he's on my watch list. Hahaha.

Getting out the door was one of those "how does it take this long to leave the house?!" kinda mornings. In the Highlander, G was talking non-stop. While driving for only a few minutes and me as a passenger, I dorn the hood of jacket, start sucking my thumb, rocking back and forth, and mumbling "make it stop...happy place, happy place!" It was a great stress relief with Kim laughing so hard she could barely see. Georgia would immitate me pulling the hood and rocking...but that's ok, she didn't see or hear what else was going on.

Anyhoo, the day wasn't as windy as we had hoped but we did get our kite rather airborne several times. We had to stop in the National Art Gallery for a potty break. A porta-potty for fine for Kim or I but not even wanting to imagine that fun with the G...plus, the gallery is free admission.

By that point, Georgia was tired and getting cranky. Since the dream had caused her little sleep it was time to bail, forget finding lunch, and just head for a nap.

Once Georgia woke from her nap, we learned she had a fever. May have had it the whole while. Eeeek! We stayed home the rest of the weekend and Kim & G stayed home Monday. G's fever spiked at 105 on Sunday evening which is ok for a toddler not an adult.

She's back to her normal-comical-full-o-personality-Gness but is missing mommy since Kim is going to Mississippi Thursday through this Sunday. She's visiting girlfriends. G and I will be keepin it real round da Merry-land. Werd.

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