Planes for Paul

We went to the airshow last night as an early birthday present for Paul. Seven thousand people were in attendance and it seemed like they had garnered all the good seats before we arrived. We aimlessly wandered about the tarmac trying to find a place to set up seven chairs and a double stroller. We finally settled on a spot the kids picked. Turned out we were "center stage" and were treated to awesome views throughout the evening. We stupidly forgot earplugs (which the guy next to us so kindly pointed out), but we improvised with wet wipes. I never leave the house without wet wipes and I contend they are even handier than duct tape.

The night started off with a pilot who sang the national anthem as he flew acrobatics in his plane dubbed the "Super Decathlon"--kinda neat.

I covered the baby's ears with a blanket and held him close to me while the F-15E did its demonstration flight. The announcer said of the plane, "The sound alone is enough to strike terror into the enemy." Jude slept through the whole thing. It must have something to do with having five older brothers and sisters.
The Canadian Snowbirds were up next, doing a show similar to that of the Blue Angels. Only four feet was between the planes during some of their configurations. Lydia said, "That was awesome!" Then we saw the A-10 Warthog in simulated bomb runs. It also demonstrated its tight turn capability and flew a "heritage flight" with the A-1 used in Vietnam. The two planes flew into the sunset together to finish off the evening.
Paul thoroughly enjoyed the show. His only (repeated) complaint was that he was hungry, despite having eaten plenty of snacks. He was glad to go to Subway after the show ended. I guess now that Paul is now almost seven, he's finally found his appetite.