I am so blessed to have my three wonderful kids; they taught me how to love unconditionally.
Life has been busy and I needed a fun day out with my kids. We decided to head to the Guardians of Freedom Air Show in Lincoln this past Saturday.
We grabbed the sunscreen, wagon and my camera bag and were off.
If you know me at all, you know how easily I get lost. I always have and always will blame it on the fact that I grew up with the mountains telling me where I was. I don't have that anymore.
The interstate had a sign to take an exit by Milford, that was not on my list of directions...
We took it anyway, there is some beautiful country back there!
Eventually, we made it to the Air Park without and GPS guidance (I'm testing myself every once in a while).
As we drove in, we saw numerous cars parked here and there, with picnic chairs and kids playing. We chose one of the first big empty parking areas we came across.
We got out all our gear, put on the first of many coats of sunscreen and started walking.
Myself and my children have never been to an Air Show, and were quite excited for the day ahead.
As we were walking, I told them when we found our spot, to just sit down and rest because there would be a lot of walking that day, and I couldn't carry anyone back.
I reminded all of us this was going to be a fun day with no complaining. (** side note, I'm so mean)
As we were nearing the entrance to the Air Show, we were stopped by Air Patrol and asked if I wanted bracelets for my kids in case they got lost.
Of course we did, you just put your last name and phone number on the bracelet and there you have it. I told my kids, however, to please stay right with me and not get lost. We had no problems!
There were tons of military equipment and planes open so you could look through them and sit in them.
My girls climbed up into a large military truck and posed for a picture. My son was out of his element and not about to get out of the wagon.
As they were sitting in the truck, a child in the drivers seat decided to honk the horn over and over. It was extremely loud, and my son immediately said he wanted to go home.
Luckily, we just convinced him we would get away from that truck.
We walked through the large crowd of people and found an empty spot on the ground to park our wagon and sit on our blanket.
Weston remains quite content in the wagon. This is very unlike him as usually he wants to go an run and play. I hate to admit it, but his unease made the day much easier.
The Air Show began with he announcer simulating a dog fight, as the two planes flew over, they made explosions on the ground. It was just like bombs going off. Weston was terrified.
He went from excitement of seeing the airplanes to hiding his face and, at times, crying. I should have been prepared and brought ear plugs.
By the time the Air Force portion had begun, we were still doing ok, until the F-22 Raptor took flight. I have a brother-in-law in the Air Force, so I was really looking forward to this portion of the show.
The F-22 is extremely loud. Poor Weston was hiding and crying and wouldn't let Karys take one step away from him. Even she was getting worked up.
Brielle and I were having a blast; it didn't bother us one bit.
It turns out on Saturday the fires in Canada had blown their smoke clear into Nebraska. As the day wore on, visibility became less and less.
There was no para-rescue demonstration, and the Blue Angels did not fly, it was just too dangerous.
We had a blast anyway, walked the mile back to our car, and sat in traffic for over two and a half hours. It was a great weekend!
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