Fly Boys

A note about flies, then onto the boys: I am happy to report that we have resolved our fly problem with the use of good old-fashioned flypaper. I realize it is not the most humane way, but I imagine being hit with a flyswatter is not the most pleasant experience either. In looking for solutions to our fly problem, we searched for a bug zapper that we could plug in at night in our kitchen. However, the only zapper we were able to find was- get this- a hand held one. It looked like a badminton racket with a button and electricity. Really? How is this better than a flyswatter? You still have to aim and hit the fly, but now with the possible dangerous side effect of zapping someone you love. What are Walmart patrons really using this device for? I am sure columnist Gregg Easterbrook would agree with me that the existence of this item is further proof of the decline of western civilization.

Now the boys: As many of you know, I grew up in the Dayton area- home to the Wright brothers, Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, and the National Air Force Museum and Aviation Hall of Fame. Earlier this month, my brothers Joe and Sam helped me take the little boys for the first time. They were in complete awe of all the airplanes. Elijah's favorite was the little plane nicknamed "Bug" just like him.
Here is Gabe pointing to his favorite plane, although I couldn't get him to articulate what exactly he liked about it.
Both the boys loved climbing in the cockpits and playing copilots.


This is my favorite plane, the B-2 Bomber. I think it looks awesome, and my Dad helped design its radar systems as a top-secret project for the Air Force. I remember feeling a real sense of pride every time I saw one fly over from the Air Force Base. I also had a toy B-2 when I was younger.
David John wasn't too thrilled about the planes, but LOVED the space section of the museum. Here are some of the rockets we saw:
And here is David John looking like, as the boys said, "Buzz Lightyear to Finity and Yond!"

At the end of the trip, everyone was tired- but David John actually fell asleep in the stroller on the way to the car.

I'm glad we live close enough that I can share the history of where I grew up with my little fly boys.