Yesterday afternoon we finally made it to the air show. We let Brandon nap for a few hours, I showered, Sophie napped, we got our drinks together (can't take coolers), put the jogging stroller in the car, found Brick, woke up Brandon, loaded in the van and drove up the street to the airshow. We wanted to get as close as we could b/c Christopher insisted on wearing his rain boots and we didn't want to have to walk 4 miles anyway. So we found a perfect spot, walked our short distance and got inside the gate. We walked around and saw different airplanes and helicopters, not after stopping to see the forklifts and cranes that were parked and NOT part of the show.

We found a great place to sit and watched an F-22 do it's thang. We walked around some more, got some food and then parked ourselves to watch the Thunderbirds. They loaded up and drove off, then we waited, we waited, we waited some more and then they FINALLY took off. It was a great show and we stayed until the end and then walked back to our car with the rest of the crowd. This is where everything went downhill.

We decided to not ride the buses that were shuttling everyone b/c the guard we saw said the lines were extremely long. We get in our car and realized that we were going to be stuck. There are thousands of people in three lanes of traffic that are trying to squeeze into ONE lane of traffic so that that shuttle buses can use the other two. It was stupid planning. We put the van in park and waited until anyone moved. Nothing happened. We finally got going and let me give you a visual: we have three lanes of road, one breaks off and goes to the left (remember, EVERYONE has to go this way) while the other two go straight, the one lane road then crosses another road and everyone HAS to turn left, our house is straight, but we can't go there. We have to follow EVERYONE else out the other gate and we are in the middle of the base. Did I mention this is the largest area of air force bases? Yup.

We finally get out the other gate, after much stopping and putting the car in park and have to drive all the way around the outside of the base and go back in on the other side. Brandon had left his id on accident so we had to stop and get a pass. We finally got home 1 1/2 hours after getting to our car. Christopher napped the entire time. Sophie was yelling everything she said, but she was excited. She never woke the boy up. Not sure how that happened, but glad it did b/c he would have complained. He wants to be everywhere yesterday. Not sure who did the planning for all of this, but that was the last air show we will be going to on base. You know what hurts more? We can pretty much see it from our driveway. It's not the same, but we can still see it. Yes, we could have parked just outside the entrance to our neighborhood, but we would have had to wait in line for the shuttle. Not any faster. We should have just parked there and walked. Now, if you want to go to the show, and don't live on base, go! It's great and lots of fun. We just never thought we wouldn't be able to get back to our house.

You live. You learn. You never do it again.