Saturday, June 9, 2012

Airplane Museum!!

A couple weeks ago, dad took me to the Carolinas Aviation Museum at the airport because they had some neat old plane there.  It was fun and here are some pictures.


I got to sit in a real jet cockpit and pretend I was Maverick and Goose!



I am almost as tall as an airplane tire.


The main attraction at the museum is the Miracle on the Hudson plane, or as I call it - "plane crash water".  Here I am standing next to it.


And here I am standing in front of it.  It is big!  The guy who works at the museum said they dropped the nose and that is why there is a hole in it.  Daddy thought it was from the crash in the water.

Daddy and I!


After looking at the planes inside the big hangar, we went outside to see the old planes.  I'm just sittin' out here watchin airplanes, take off, and flyyyyyyyyyyyyy!


Here is my happiest moment of the day...no, it was not an airplane.  I saw a TRAIN in the distance!!!!


And daddy long arms finished off the pictures with a picture of us.

After we left the museum, we tried to get some french fries, but the restaurant on wheels was out.  So we went to 7-11 and got SLURPEES and a bag of potato chips.  Then we went to the airport overlook to watch more planes and drink our slurpees.  It was a fun dude date!



Thursday, May 24, 2012

Yes, I'm a Diva

Who says boys can't wear Snow White heels? They look fab with my Gravedigger shirt I've been wearing for 3 days....

Monday, May 7, 2012

Watching Airplanes Outside

"Eli, where is that airplane going?"
Eli - "To the airport"
Of course....

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Love Sally




Sally our hermit crab is awesome!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

John Mayer and Me

So ever since I've turned 2, my sister keeps asking when I'm going to start talking. She thought I might start talking after eating birthday cake on my birthday.  She really wants me to start talking - which I'm not sure why because there isn't much room to talk when she's around, if you know what I mean. So while riding down the road not too long ago, this song came on the radio and my big Sis goes

"This is Eli's song. He just needs to say what he needs to say".

She's a smart one that sister of mine.... One day, I'll say what I need to say, but for now, I'm going to keep them all guessing - both what I'm thinking and when I might start talking about it.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Sugar, Sugar, Sugar

Apparently, at this Christmas holiday people around my house keep talking about, it's tradition to put candy on graham crackers. Mommy and Daddy call it decorating gingerbread houses, but lets keep it real. All they did was stick some gingerbread together and set out a buffet of candy for me to eat.




I tried to act interested and do like my sister - spread some frosting on my house and plop a piece of candy on it. But why waste good candy. Candy belongs in your belly. So for every piece stuck to the house, I pulled it off, ate it and grabbed another piece of candy off the tray and ate that one too for good measure.


Daddy was a little disturbed by all this candy eating before bed, especially since I didn't eat my dinner, but it didn't stop me. I kept eating it and eventually he gave up and got into the Christmas spirit. That is the perk of having a big sis, mommy and daddy could only put off this decorating thing but so many nights because I didn't eat my dinner. Eventually, they had to let us decorate them because AB was driving them crazy about when we were going to decorate them. So I got a free candy ride, all thanks to big sis and I didn't have to eat a single veggy!


They did make go outside though after all the decorating. In fact, I ran a lap around the neighborhood at full speed. They said it must have been the sugar, but full speed ahead is the only gear I know these days.

They've since put my gingerbread house out of reach. They think I can't see it on top of the fridge, but I do. I'm just trying to figure out what I can climb on to get it. Stay tuned... The rest of that house is going in my belly.