De plane De plane!

So my mom's club is the coolest ever (and I'm not just saying that because they have the coolest president ever this year). Today we went to the Bowman Air Field...what a great idea, eh?

I of course went to the wrong lot (having never been to this tiny airport before). Luckily there were 3 of us stranded in this lot, and someone took pity on us and pointed us in the correct direction for the main parking lot. When we got there, the tour was just starting. We walked up a million stairs into the old tower (they have a new state-of-the-art one across the way). Andrew loved looking down on the planes and when one took off...watch out. All the kids were so excited. Luckily the tour guide realized quickly that 2 year olds weren't going to listen to him, so he just quietly gave info to mom's that came up and asked him questions. God bless the man. There was no way we were going to be able to keep those kids quiet. All the mom's were getting the cutest pictures of their kids with a backdrop of the airport behind them. Me? No, my child refused to look at the camera or stay in one place. I think we may have taken too many pictures of him as a baby...he seems very resentful of the camera all of a sudden.

Then it was time to walk down the million steps and go out on the tarmac (is that what it's called?) to look inside the cockpit of a plane, etc. Andrew refused to leave the tower. Everyone else is long gone, and Andrew is lying on the floor of the tower, SOBBING. Oh the drama. I can't pick him up, and wouldn't have anyhow, so I start walking down the steps alone. As soon as I'm out of sight, the sobs reach a new level. I pop my head back in and ask him for the tenth time if he would like to come down with me and see the planes up close. He smiles, says yes, bounces up and takes my hand. With crocodile tears still rolling down his cheeks, he cheerily says, "I'm not sad anymore." Freak-of-nature.

By the time we got down there, everyone was clustered around this little propeller plane. It was like the red carpet in Hollywood, there were so many flashbulbs recording the event for scrapbooks, photo albums, baby books. Andrew refused to stand near the plane. Seriously. Started crying again. Ran away. In the direction of the runway. As tempted as I was to let him, I was a good mom and stopped him.

Anyway, you can tell how the day went. I did eventually get him to sit in the plane without crying (the first time, he wanted to climb over the seats into the crawl space in the back of the plane...weirdo), and he had a blast. We saw a helicopter take off and lots of little propeller planes drove right past us and took off. Andrew already talks about today with awe and wonderment. He doesn't remember the 10 tantrums he had in the hour that we were there. I guess that's just for me to remember.

We went to the park afterward with all the mom's and kiddos, and Andrew did pretty well. He even shared his soccer ball nicely. But I could tell nap was coming soon (he lay down crying on the soccer field, the wet soccer field, because 2 children wanted to play with him instead of one). We went home, he took a great nap, and we had a lovely afternoon together.

I'll post the one picture I got of him in the airplane as soon as I remember to take the camera out of my car. I warn you...it's of the back of his head. That's the best I could do with the subject I was given.

And I know, Linda, this is the best age ever. God help me.

(you may notice I keep mentioning this to Linda, my MIL. She kept Andrew while we were in Texas, and has quite honestly given me quite a complex. Andrew slept about 6 hours a day, was dragged to social events, ate strange food, and never had a single problem with him. No tantrums. No moodiness. Just pleasant funny Andrew (which we get a lot of the time...but still) How is this possible??? It has led me to believe she has knowledge of magic that I need. Or a drug. Or I'm just not cut out for this toddler stuff.)