Tour Georgia Series: The Flying Machine, Lawrenceville Airport

This afternoon MM, my mother, my cousin, my grandmother, and I went to the local airport to eat lunch and watch the planes.  I love it because all the planes there are smaller–MUCH smaller–than the ones at a certain big airport down in Atlanta.

MM actually surprised me because at first she was a little weary of the planes–even at a distance.

The restaurant is right on the take off-landing strip and filled with flying paraphernalia.

And after a meal that included ketchup {her ultimate favorite} and feeding her doll crackers, MM was less apprehensive of the planes.

She got a kick walking to the the doors and watching the planes.  And birds.  And even one helicopter.

A fun time with lots of smiles was had by all.  I’m sure it won’t be the last time we’ll be going over to our little airport.  Maybe one day we’ll even take a flight ourselves.

In other news…

Today MM had her first day of official potty training.  I’m using the cloth “training pants” my mother used on me instead of Pull-Ups so she can feel as soon as she starts to have an accident.  So far, she’s had one accident and used the potty FOUR times…and one “half accident”.  I call it a half accident because she was on the way to her potty–without her training pants on–and didn’t make it.  That was a fun mess to clean off my kitchen floor, let me tell you.

I think it’s going well, but man, it’s tiring!  Every fifteen minutes I ask her, ‘Do you have to potty?’  Then I take her to the potty, take off her training pants, put her on the potty, sing the “Pee pee in the potty!” song over and over, check to see if she tinkled, try again, and either pull up her training pants or go the toilet and flush.  It’s like as soon as we’re finished we have to start over.

I don’t see how moms do it…it makes me want to keep in her diapers for, oh, say, the next fifteen years or so!

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