So its been almost two weeks since I last posted anything on my blog.   It has been a really busy few weeks as work has gone crazy, but that's life.   It has meant that I have missed seeing James some evenings and only getting a little bit of time with Lyns, but thats life and a choice we made as a family.   What it has meant though is that I have been more adamant about making the most of the time we have had together.   

James and I had a day out at the Yorkshire Air Museum.   Lynsey was working so we had a boys day out.   Another exciting part of the day was that James was looking after Jimbob Bear, but more about that later.   The air museum is located in Elvington, just outside of York, on an old World War Two air field.   During the week before James had been to Eden Camp and introduced to the concept of bombs.   Now, how do you explain to a three year old what a bomb is and what it is designed for?   Of course, there were lots of bombs at the air museum and quickly I had turned them into rockets that send things upwards with an explosion.   Not a lie as such but not the whole truth, however, I think there will be plenty of time for him to learn about bombs later in life.

I had been telling James that we were going to the Museum for a couple of days, so by the time we were in the car he was really excited.   One good thing about the museum itself is that there are a lot of open areas and once out of the carpark there is no traffic.   This meant James was free to run around to his heart's content.   As soon as we had arrived he was away and soaring like the planes. 

It was great, he burnt off so much energy in the first hour or so, running around like a mad child.   I was quite happy just letting him go off and explore and watching him from a distance.   Before too long he had found one of the most iconic British planes ever built.   I am, of course, talking about a Spitfire.   Now James might not understand the significance of the plane, however he listened as I tried to explain that it had helped keep the country safe.   Again, another challenge, trying to explain to him what a war was and what the brave people who flew the planes were doing.   

After this it was off to the Harrier simulator.   I had promised James a flight in a plane.   Disaster though, the simulator was not operational.   This was not the end of the world as there were cockpits to sit in with controls that James (and daddy) could play with.

After we had had our fill of the planes inside, it was outside to see some of the bigger planes.   There is a fuel tanker / strategic bomber, a radar plane and a Nimrod, apologies, planes were never my forte so no idea what the proper names are.   Trying to get a picture of James in front of any was a game of chasing him around and hoping for the best!

After that, it was time to head home to see mummy.   Such a lovely place to spend a few hours.   I would, however, suggest taking a pack lunch and even your own hot drinks.   The dinners being served were very expensive for what they were and my decaf coffee was a small cup, half full of hot water with a teaspoon of Nescafe coffee in it and it cost me £2!   When I asked if the cup could be topped up, the answer I got was they were only allowed to put on shot of hot in it.   I'll know for the future.   Other than that, I had no complaints about the visit.   and, if you keep your ticket, which was only £10 per person, you can go back as many times as you want in the year.   James and I will certainly be going back.

Oh yes, Jimbob Bear, how could I forget him.   James goes to Gymbobs, the older version of Tumbletots, and each week someone gets to take Jimbob Bear hime for an adventure.   This week it was James' turn.   

Jimbob had a lot more adventures with James over the week, that, however, is a different story.