Revisiting planes, planes and more planes

Today the girls and I set off for our local Air Force base. Though I didn't accomplish what I had set out to do, both girls had a wonderful time (as usual) at the Air Force museum. Amelia loved all of the airplanes, from the giant transports to the tiny models. Diana loved the fact that I let her get around on her own two feet and did not put her in a stroller. Though I did have to keep her from crossing a couple of display barricades, Diana was a pretty good girl all the time we were at the museum.

For the first time, all of us actually made it to the very back of the museum. There I was surprised to find a huge jet engine (very cool when it's close enough to touch) and a model of the Apollo capsule. Both girls loved sitting in all of the cockpits that were open to the public and Diana is getting very good at saying, "Cheese" whenever she is faced with a camera.

Of course, the day wasn't event free. For one thing Diana can't possibly pass by a puddle of any size without stomping in it and splashing in it. Amelia joined right in. Diana's pants became so wet and dirty after playing outside that she rode home pantsless. (I didn't want her sitting in wet clothing when the weather was so cold.)

Another small incident involved one of the two Christmas trees set up in the museum. Diana is convinced that anything she finds that's round is a ball - and that all balls bounce. Though most of the Christmas ornaments she encountered when we started our tour were plastic, she managed to find one glass bulb as we were on our way out the door. It was impressive to see Diana grab the bulb and throw it with all of her might onto the linoleum floor. The gift shop manager was sympathetic when I told him what had happened.

When we got home, the fun continued. Amelia and Diana have become "partners in crime" when it comes to grabbing mom's clean lingerie and running it down the hall to put it in the washer. I watched the two of them jog back and forth down the hall with pantyhose, bras, etc. All the time the girls had huge smiles on their faces, loving the mischief and mayhem they were causing.

Then something changed a bit. Diana came toward me and I saw that instead of carrying a pair of my panties in her hand he had removed her diaper and was bringing it down the hall. I thought it was hilarious when she handed me her diaper and went straight back to her business of emptying my lingerie drawer. It was still funny when she got ready for her evening bath - mostly because I had checked the floors all up and down the hall and had not found a single questionable puddle (if you know what I mean).

Lisa