A couple of weeks ago I mentioned to Ethan that the newly-retired shuttle would be making a fly-over. Every morning since then, he has asked if that day was day of the flight. This morning I gave him the option to go to preschool instead of seeing the shuttle. He loves preschool but he wasn't about to pass this up. I, too, was looking forward to this. I can't necessarily call myself a space nerd, but, as discussed here before, I am fascinated by the what lies beyond this world, beyond my comprehension.
So we braved the traffic and crowds at Gravelly Point (our go-to plane-watching spot adjacent to Reagan National Airport) in order to partake in that historic moment.
Oh, and here's a gratuitous photo of my crazy floral jeans. On the days I wear these, I have to really talk myself into it. :-)