Planes, Trains (not really) and Automobiles

Boy, oh, boy, did we have a fun weekend!  Friday night there was a "cruise night-" anyone with a car 25 years or older could enter.  We thought we picked a good spot to watch all the fun old cars go by.  It started with a fire truck, of course.  Makes sense.

Then we discovered that we didn't pick such a great spot - the muscle cars revved their engines EXACTLY in front of us.  Matthew wasn't fond of them, but he did like our friend S.

Nathan, on the other hand HATED it, crying hysterically - sobbing, really - every time it happened.  Then he'd recover.  "What? I'm cool.  I don't cry."

Saturday, Grandma A was here, so we went to the WWII airplane and military vehicle show.  What a blast!  Only once did Nathan look concerned when a plane took off, but he didn't cry - he wants you to know that.

Here we are with "Miss Mitchell," a B-25 bomber, who did a fly-over our house later that evening when the big parade started!

Although not technically part of the vehicle display, there just so happened to be a fuel truck out on the tarmac, so Grandma, the boys and I got a lesson in how to audit one. So they know what they're doing on take-your-kid-to-work-day, of course.  (When IS that?  I can't wait for that day!)

Matthew and I check out the glass nose on Miss Mitchell.  And bang on it, naturally.  Then we go bang on some more stuff.

See?  Banging on the airplane is way more fun than looking at Grandma  and the camera!
One last vehicle to see on our way out - a Blackhawk helicopter.  Very impressive!

I'm getting the sense that being a boy mom is going to be a lot like this: cars and planes all the time.  I don't know much about them, but what I know so far is that it's a lot of fun!