"Don't Lick the Black Hawk."

My neighbor flies a Black Hawk.  He's flown it over our houses a couple of times.  It's pretty cool.

One day they had the Black Hawks on campus.  So we went down to check it out.

Wes was shy at first, but once he warmed up he had a blast.

I love her professor face.

Brynn enjoyed cramming herself in the small gap from the open door.

She also enjoyed sneaking tastes of the helicopter.  "Don't lick the black hawk!"  The things I never imagined saying before becoming a parent.