Leaving on a Jet Plane... but not really.

Matty loves airplanes. One of his first words was the word airplane. Most people don't believe me when I say that because the word airplane is not an easy word to say, but I kid you not, behind the word Mamma and Dadda and No, it was his first word.



Steve loves airplanes, so he instilled a love for them in to Matty. Steve used to fly airplanes before he started getting very ill when he would fly them. So just to fill the void, Steve got in to remote controlled airplanes. He has approximately 15 airplanes mounted on the ceiling of the garage. (they used to be in the house, until I complained enough to force Steve to ban them to the garage.) From birth Matty was around these remote controlled airplanes. I would take him outside bundled in a blanket and I would hold him in my arms and let him watch the remote controlled airplanes in the sky. To this day, Matt's favorite thing to do is fly these airplanes with his Dadda. And whenever he sees a remote controlled or real airplane in the sky he yells out, "Airplane!" On Saturday Matthew said the word airplane, about 67 times. We went to a local air show- Steve and Matty were in heaven.





We let Matt pick out a toy airplane to take home. I swear to you he has hardly put the thing down since Saturday. Here he is inspecting it after first buying it.

Did you know? The stars that are painted on a fighter jet are the number of planes that fighter has shot down? Here is a picture of the stars on an old World War II plane, inside the stars is the type of plane that was shot down. I did not know this little piece of trivia and thought it was very interesting. Your welcome.

Matt and his Dadda inspecting a plane.

Steve told me to pick out a plane to buy. He was kidding of course, but I made it my mission to find the most deluxe, expensive plane I could find and ask Steve if we could buy it. This was one of them. It was super fancy and swanky on the inside, leather seats, a bed to lay down on, fancy lights, a TV- I could totally travel in one of these small planes without having an aneurysm. Steve wouldn't buy it for me-whatever!

Here is Matt inspecting a plane that is just like his grandpa's plane. It is tiny and really cute, but would surely give me an aneurysm if I rode in it.

This little man loves airplanes, don't get me wrong, I love them too, they are totally cool!! However, I will admit, I will have a very hard time if he decides to fly airplanes sometime in the future. I have nightmares of being in a plane crash and I have fears of people I love being in a plane crash. I also have fears of people I love being in a car crash, being run over by a tractor, stubbing their toes, eating poison, choking on a fish bone, breaking a leg, stepping on a land mine, being shot, getting hit by a car, getting attacked by a pack of dogs, getting a paper cut, being abducted by aliens- I could go on and on. Do I have a worrying problem? No absolutely not, why do you ask? :)