Air Show

The Blue Angels came to perform a couple of weekends ago, and one of the "perks" of having a jet pilot for a hubby is getting to go on the friends and family day to see them perform. This means not having to fight with thousands of other people for a parking space. It was a beautiful day, so we took the family to see the show. The last time I saw the Blues was when one of the pilots was killed at the show, so I really needed a happy memory to erase that last one. Jared went early with the boys, and I came up later once Anna had napped. By the time the Blues performed (which is at the end of the show), the kids were pretty much done. Austin wanted to go home, and Anna only cared about eating snacks. Aidan sat and watched but looked underwhelmed. Perhaps we don't have a third generation jet pilot in our family... Even though I've seen the Blues so many times now, it *never* gets old to me! I asked Jared what he was thinking seeing the F18s out there, and he said he wasn't missing it too much. Then they all started their engines, and he said, "I miss that noise, though!" It was great being around the "big jets" again; I forget how much I miss hearing them! If you've never been to a Blue Angels show, you really have to go. They play great music to get you all pumped up, and the pilots are truly remarkable with the stunts they can do. Anna was showing that she obviously inherited her mother's fine dancing skills because she was breaking it down "Florida Theater" style the whole time. And to think someday she'll be exhibiting those fabulous moves while holding a screwdriver over her head... it warms my heart. :-)

Anna and her BFF, Abbie, before the Blues performed

The boys sporting their hearing protection

Apparently, Anna didn't think hers went with her outfit because she refused to wear it.