A trip to the airport

If you know Amelia, you know she loves airplanes. More than that, she loves traveling. So when we found out that a local airfield was holding an open house, we got the family together and took off for the airfield.

Once Amelia caught wind that we were going to the airport she was filled with excitement. She couldn't wait to get out of the car when we arrived. Unfortunately, her greatest ambition was to ride on an airplane. She wasn't particularly picky about what plane she would ride in, but she wanted to go somewhere in a plane.

A group at the airfield was allowing children to take rides in the aircraft at the show, but you had to be at least eight years old to ride. Still, I told Amelia that it was okay for her to ask if she could ride in a plane. The worst thing that could happen is the pilot could say, "No."

As those of you who have visited YouTube know, Amelia did ask to ride in a helicopter while we were at the airport. She didn't get to ride in the helicopter, but she did get to sit in it and see it from the pilot's chair.

Amelia's favorite planes at the show were the "stripy" jet and the baby planes. A group of hobbyists had a collection of remote-controlled aircraft at the show which Amelia referred to as the "baby planes." I asked her if these small planes would one day grow up to be full sized aircraft and she said, "Yes."

In addition to the many aircraft present there were also a few pieces of large farm equipment to be seen. Amelia really enjoyed sitting on a giant Scooper, partly because this made her taller than everyone else. Diana just loved being able to walk. After she spent a lot of time in her stroller, she was itching to get out. Once we sat her down, she was off. She's at the age where walking is so terrific that she just chooses a direction and keeps going until she either hits something or is scooped up by a parent.

Diana must have worn herself out. For the first time in weeks she went to bed without so much as a whimper.

When we left the airport and got back in the car Amelia complained again about not being able to ride in a plane. I told her that she was too young to go for a ride right now and she told me, "I'm eight years old!" I thought this was very funny and suggested that she try to tell the airshow staff that she was eight, but after some reflection she said quietly that she was, in fact, just three years old.

I'm not sure she would have fooled anyone.

Lisa