The Imperial War Museum

Motherhood, I have decided, is all about merit badges. Today, I was awarded the "keeping cool while son pukes at 70 mph on the motorway." We were headed to our second day oogling at planes at the Imperial War Museum in Duxford. Europe's premier aviation museum is just a 15 minute drive from our house, but Mr. Harry apparently felt a little queasy this morning (he didn't mention this until his breakfast was making a repeat performance in the backseat of Mrs. Tweedy).

Not to be thwarted, I used a full pack of wet wipes cleaning out the booster seat (new), the car (new) and my son (not new, but coating in puke). We marched inside the museum, bought a tee-shirt, and I washed harry's shorts in the loo sink. While the hand-driers are powerful here, made by Dyson, they did little to dry Harry's pants. So we squished around the museum and shivered, but he had a very good attitude about it. I think he deserves a merit badge too.

The museum is a must-see for visitors who like aviation or find themselves glued to BBC war documentaries. Historic planes zip up and down the airfield all day, and there are no less than eight hangers filled with planes, subs and the stories of WWII. I actually got the shivers standing next to one Nazi fighter plane. The Battle of Britain exhibit was particularly great...the "Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few" script, with bomb shelter exhibits and period ambulances and firebombing displays.

We bought an annual membership and barf aside, I can tell it's a place we'll be visiting often.
Here are just a few photos of this amazing spot.