Rack Monster!

I just had to take this picture of Brian sleeping in this morning. I took it at 8:52 am. Lately he's been sleeping in until 8:30 or 9 am, I love it! I'm not a morning person and am hoping that gene has snuck into Brian's DNA! He does go to bed somewhat late, usually 8:30 or 9 pm, but still, 12 hours is rare for a 19-month-old, especially since he still naps 2-3 hours a day. But I'm sure just as fast as the sleeping-in phase came on, it will be gone and we'll be up-and-at-em' again at 7 am very soon. I'm just going to enjoy it as long as he'll do it!

Hitting the Links!

We've lived on the 12th hole of a golf course for two years now and just got around the playing a few holes this week! Steve has played the course by himself but this was our first trip out as a family. Steve and I would golf together alot in Korea. And by "golf" I mean that he golfed and I drove the cart and knit while pretending to watch. I did try playing once after alot of prodding but usually frustrating sports like golf or skiing cause my terrets syndrome to flare up and that's never good! So anyways, wednesday afternoon we loaded up a golf cart with clubs, snacks, a sippy cup of juice, sweatshirts, and a stroller (in case things weren't going well and I had a long walk home with Brian). Brian loved it! "Loved" is an understatement. He ran around the greens while Steve played, tried to push the golf cart when we weren't moving, and said "hi, dog" to the only mean Lab on earth (an unfriendly lab is a rare creature but we do have one living on the golf course here). When we were all done and walking away from the golf cart, Brian tore his little hand away from Steve's hand and ran back to the cart, climbed up in the driver's seat, grabbed the wheel, and said "C'mon guys, let's play another nine holes." Okay, he didn't say that exactly but we knew what he meant. And in true Brian fashion, a tantrum ensued the entire walk home from the clubhouse. We'll have to golf again soon!

Cheezy-poofs on the 14th hole

That's our house in the background with the white picket fence

Brian: "Mommy, why is Daddy playing in that sand box?"

Gymboree!

Brian and I have been going to Gymboree once a week since June. Brian loves it. He's learned how to climb everything and loves the slides and the parachute time at the end. He dances along to the music and says "yay" loudly at the end of every song. He's even given hugs and kisses to a few of the young ladies in class! He loves getting his gymbo stamp at the end, usually on his foot so it won't wash off and we can show Daddy at the end of the day. We've even tricked Daddy into attending gymboree a few times on Saturday, these pictures are from last weekend.

Our little Michael Phelps!

Brian and I are taking Aquatots swim lessons at the Y with our friends Angela and Caroline. He's had two classes so far and likes being in the water, hates getting any in his mouth, thinks mommy blowing bubbles is funny, but does not see the need to try blowing bubbles himself. He's not really into kicking or reaching with his arms, but has an execeptional koala-like death-grip around my neck most of the class. If my neck is too hard to get to, he can use his legs in a death-grip around my leg as well, now that's talent. But the lessons tire him out for naptime and it's fun and we are spending less time sitting around at home and maybe one day he'll enjoy the pool and actually need to learn how to swim. Oh, pictures courtesy of daddy on a morning off this week, when he was dragged out of bed grumbling about how he'll be debriefing at 2am that night. Daddy even enjoyed the lesson and shortly after these pictures were taken, he joined us in the pool and played with Brian for the rest of the lesson.

The Phantom mommy, normally absent from all pictures, makes an appearance and in a bathing suit no less!

Brian's First Airshow

Our Air Base held its annual Air Show this last saturday and we brought Brian out to see the "dadas" or as adults call them, airplanes. He knows they aren't called "dadas" but any word he can't say (which is almost every word) comes out as "dada." Steve, however, doesn't realize this and is incredibly flattered by all the endless talk about him that Brian seems to do. Birds are also "dada" and dogs are "daaa." The only things he really clearly says is hi, bye, wee, yay, and dada (intentionally). He does sign to us when he's all done and, new this week, when he wants more of something. But back to the airshow:

Brian and Daddy at the Airshow

Brian and Daddy with a T-38 (a jet Daddy trained with a long, long time ago)

"Cover your ears" was misunderstood as "cover your eyes"

Covering his ears?!

Daddy doing the ear covering as a very loud B-1 flies over head

Cupcake Bites

We had a Squadron First Friday last weekend and I spent two days slaving over these delicious "cupcake bites." Not even the threat of Hurricane Hannah stopped my work. I figured if it hit us and the party was canceled, the three of us could sit in our house eating cupcake bites and everything else in the fridge while we waited for the power to come back on. But, it didn't hit us, other than a small amount of wind and rain, so I got to share my Shooter-themed cupcake bites at the party. Take a look at this blog for where I got the idea and recipe:

http://bakerella.blogspot.com

Bad Guys: Don't Mess with the Mama!

Steve's parents were in town for Labor Day weekend and Steve's new gun, a Beretta 9mm, was "begging to be shot." I went along with Steve and his dad to the shooting range for a little training in home security and self-defense. I think I did pretty good, this guy definitely would have not made it very far! The shots near his head in the white were me playing around to see if I was a better shot right-handed or left-handed, we decided I'll stick with my left-hand and that anyone breaking into our house will really regret it!!! Steve and I may even have to stop and argue about which one of us gets to shoot the idiot!