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We could have been at the beach.
September 30th, 2009
Our condo was steps away from a gorgeous beach. If we got sick of the beach, there were outlet shops right across the highway. I saw no reason for us to get in the Huckablazer and drive 45 minutes to the Airforce museum. The thing about having a son is….Mama can be out voted. Dangit. First they appeased me by letting me go parasailing–but then we spent hours here. It was….mind numbingly boring. If I could have seen more history I would have been okay, remember I was a polisci geek–I love history. I saw no history. Three year olds do not like looking at dioramas and maps, they want to see “MORE JET PLANES MAMA!”
Whatever. (sidenote: The Son totally looked at me today and said “Whatever, you can just do what you want.” Who taught him that?!)
Oh, and on the way home we stopped at the navy museum. I did not even bother taking in my camera that time.
Here we have lovely picture of a jet thing. It was cool according to The Hubs.
This is where we spent the bulk of our time. Cock pit training thing.
Some of us were very excited.
Some of us are still talking about it.
How did he know what to do here? I am quite certain that the Wiggles have never covered air warfare.
He told me this button “made the fire that goes POW!” Great. So much for him not knowing about guns.
I wonder if this lever would have ejected me back to the beach?
Back outside to look at the helicopters. Mama gets left behind.
At least I have my camera to keep me company. Why does this say Army if we are at an Airforce museum? Still do not know the answer.
Look! A flower to take pictures of! There are approximately 49 pictures of this hibiscus in my camera–and two of the helicopter. I can’t help it. I am a stereotypical girl–and proud of it. Next time I get dropped off at the condo.
4 Responses to “We could have been at the beach.”
Oh.
My.
God.
I was dragged there by my Dad when I was younger and we would go to the beach every year. I feel your pain.
Ok, so here is an explanation of why things at the Air Force museum would have ARMY on them:
Before 1947 the Air Force as we know it today was still part of the Army, for even more geekdom detail, see below:
U.S. Army Air Service 24 May 1918–July 2, 1926
U.S. Army Air Corps 2 July 1926–June 20, 1941**
U.S. Army Air Forces 20 June 1941–September 18, 1947**
United States Air Force 18 September 1947–Present
Oh, and the black jet above is an actual SR-71, not a Lockheed A-12 Oxcart which is what we saw at the USS Alabama exhibit.
The Son absolutely LOVED the A-10 trainer cockpit….had to talk him into getting out of it so others could play.
Oh, I was going to swoop in and give you a (much watered-down) explanation of the Army-on-a-plane thing. Sorry – hazard of the lifestyle, I suppose. Plus a superiority complex over all things Air Force, despite the fact that I live on one of their bases.
Also? You think visiting an AF museum got old after a few hours there? Try living parallel to a runway strip and hearing those VERY LOUD jets take off at all hours of the day, and still having your 2-year-old scream with enthusiasm: “Look, Mommy, pareplane!” Now that doesn’t get old at all.
Ah…I love being the mother of sons. Even when we spent 5 hours at the air craft carrier they used to have at Charleston (U.S.S. Yorktown? TheHusband??).
Anyway, after 5 hours of climbing up and down little metal ladders, the 2 Sons and Dad couldn’t understand why I bailed out after the first submarine and found a nice bench to wait them out. Can’t even remember how many subs they had or what was on the carrier, but I BET you both Sons (One aka TheHusband) and Dad do!
And yet, I wouldn’t trade a second of all those military exhibits, gun shows and monster truck events for all the gold in the world.