Well, we're still just trucking. But we had a very exciting weekend that I have to tell you about.
The exciting thing wasn't Mothers' Day. Mothers' Day did happen last weekend, and it's the first time in a long time that we got to be with my mom for Mothers' Day and that was fun. But we did nothing at all for me for Mothers' Day, which is because... I'm expecting! Now maybe that would make you think it'd be an extra special Mothers' Day, but I'm just going to tell you that when you're pregnant with your fourth child and it's all you can do to keep the older three alive while you nap and don't cook, you don't care the least little bit if they bring you breakfast in bed. You're just happy if you don't puke up your breakfast. It was really amazing how different I felt. I would usually be devastated if no one did anything for me for Mothers' Day. But I told H, "The fetus is my present, you just keep the kids alive." So that's what he did and it was great.
But there was something else exciting on Mothers' Day, and that was that a local flight museum organized a flyover of historic World War II planes in celebration of the 75th anniversary of VE day! They flew all over the city so that people could stay quarantined and see them from their house, but we're just a little too far out in the boonies to be in the path, so we drove about 30 minutes into town and picked up Popeye's on the way and had a little picnic in a grassy area while we waited for the planes. Apparently, we were not the only people with that idea and there were probably 1000 people in our grassy area. But I guess it was big enough that we never really came within six feet of anyone else.
IT WAS SO COOL! First of all, I don't know if it's just because it was a flyover event or if they really flew like that 75 years ago, but the first two things that we noticed was that they were flying really low and that they were really loud. So it was a lot easier to understand how people ran for shelter as soon as they heard the planes. You could hear them from pretty far away. The other cool thing was that you could see the painted designs on the bottom of the wings. They were all so different! And they were painted different colors, so you could see right away that this one was yellow and that one was green. You know, you can't really tell that with planes nowadays. Also, because the grassy area we picked was right at a corner of the flight path, we got to see them twice! Everyone LOVED it, especially G, our resident "things that go" expert. As soon as the flight museum opens back up, I think we're going to go see the planes up close!