Ashie's First Airplane Ride

Grandpa Chad took Ashie for her first ride in his little plane a while back and I'm just getting around to posting.

Okay, I just looked at the date and I'm embarrassed. It was clear back on May 25th. Oopsie! Better late than never I always say.

Ashland wasn't sure she liked it at first. No, she, dare I say - HATED it.

(just between you and me, I'm not supposed to use that word. Have you ever noticed how vulgar it sounds coming out of a 4 year old mouth - as opposed to, say, my mouth. Well, Cadence and I are helping each other remember not to use that specific word. But since she can't read, I'll go ahead and take the liberty of using such STRONG vocabulary - if only to really paint the picture for you.)

So. . . she HATED it.

Screamed and cried for her daddy -

who was outside waving and smiling and taking pictures. It was awfully sad. But if you look close, I'm not sad - I thought it was really cute actually. Would I have left her because she didn't want to go?

Nope. Not an option.

Everyone goes on their first ride with grandpa - and

YOU WILL LIKE IT!!!

It was for her own good.

Cadence and Addie, on the other hand, have had the experience of the first ride - and now look at them. No fear - just pure childlike excitement - the kind that

only a grandpa can create.

Here we are taxiing out, taking off, and flying into the

wild blue yonder.

And when we returned. . . she was converted.

She LOVED it!

Seeing the tiny cows and horses. Watching the little houses and snakelike rivers. Feeling her tummy drop when grandpa did a roller coaster - okay, not so much that, but it will come. Here are a few picture of us waiting for our flight. She rode around with daddy on his bike.
Here's a little picture of our tiny drama princess. . . she's not a queen because her sister already has that role.
Look at those tears. Ohh Ashie - come here, I'll love on you.