Thursday, June 2, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Daddy's Home part 3 or Happy Mother's Day
On Mother's Day, I received the greatest gift ever: Billy home from Afghanistan! The night before, I finally fell asleep at 12:45 and a couple of hours later, woke up, too excited to sleep. David was snoozing away in his bedroom, unaware that his dad was coming home early the next morning.
There are a group of people who volunteer to take pictures of our troops when they land in Maine on their way home or on to deployment. They have a website (www.ourstopinmaine.smugmug.com)where they post the pictures and this is courtesy of them. Billy was talking to me when this picture was taken and had no idea that anyone was taking it. I was telling him to text me when he landed at March Air Force Base and when he got 29 Palms.
I hurriedly got David ready at 4:30 and was getting ready to go out the door when Billy texted and said he was here. I called my friend, Rebekah, who volunteered to take pictures of the homecoming and we headed up to the Motor T ramp. David was sleepy and a bit confused about where we were going. I told him that we were getting ready for his surprise.
We got to the ramp and perhaps due to recent events (Bin Laden's death), there were a lot of marines checking IDs and making sure no pets were in the car. David looked around at the dozens of marines in their camis and says, "Mama, are we in A-ganistan?" I just started laughing and told him we weren't in Afghanistan and that we were by Daddy's work.
We waited at the ramp for another fifteen or more minutes.
The many families awaiting their loved ones.
Anxiously waiting for the buses to arrive. David with his bestie, Emma.
Buses are here!
I think he knows his surprise is his Daddy.
Trying to get a glimpse of his dad.
Searching, searching, searching! I'd told Billy we were by the snack truck aka the roach coach and so we waited for a bit there, but then I got too impatient.
Where is he?
Oh, there you are, Daddy!
David giggling, "Mommy and Daddy are kissing!"
Can I get a hug?
Hugs for the little, I mean Big Maan!
A little piece of heaven!
Rebekah said the best part of the pictures was the joy on our faces. We couldn't be any happier!
More hugs!
David and Daddy, soon to be inseparable.
After seven LONG months, it's so great to have him home again!
I hurriedly got David ready at 4:30 and was getting ready to go out the door when Billy texted and said he was here. I called my friend, Rebekah, who volunteered to take pictures of the homecoming and we headed up to the Motor T ramp. David was sleepy and a bit confused about where we were going. I told him that we were getting ready for his surprise.
We got to the ramp and perhaps due to recent events (Bin Laden's death), there were a lot of marines checking IDs and making sure no pets were in the car. David looked around at the dozens of marines in their camis and says, "Mama, are we in A-ganistan?" I just started laughing and told him we weren't in Afghanistan and that we were by Daddy's work.
We waited at the ramp for another fifteen or more minutes.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Easter Fun
In other news, Billy gets to come home soon! The time cannot get here quick enough! I'm debating whether or not to tell David or to have our own "coming home" surprise for him. I think I'll be too excited, but either way, Yay!!!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Joshua Tree
David and I recently went up to Joshua Tree National Forest to check out the spring blossoms. What a beautiful day it was! I looked on the map of the park and discovered a little one mile loop to Barker Dam.
David posing by the pretty, red cactus blossoms.
My little sweaty boy, with the sun beating down on him.
More pretty flowers.
JT landscape. I am absolutely in love with the blue skies!
Manna for the eyes, in this dry, parched desert I call home.
And there were ducks! Which is what David is kindly pointing out.
Petroglyphs
A little history on Barker Dam. It was built by farmers/ranchers here in San Bernardino Valley for their cattle. Off of the dam was an intricately designed trough, made from clay, that was still intact. Anyway, as David and I climbed and meandered our way to see the dam, I was picturing a dried up, used-to-be dam. Instead, as we rounded the corner, my eyes popped! There in front of us was water and all in one spot! It was so beautiful, I almost wept! Going from the many dams, lakes, and rivers in Utah to the nonexistent lakes here in Twentynine Palms has made me realize how much I took for granted. Seeing this beautiful sight was so refreshing!
The petroglyphs were an interesting side note on the trail. Possibly drawn by the Chemehuevi (love saying that name) Indians, some had been sadly vandalized (probably drunk marines) with paint.
A little history on Barker Dam. It was built by farmers/ranchers here in San Bernardino Valley for their cattle. Off of the dam was an intricately designed trough, made from clay, that was still intact. Anyway, as David and I climbed and meandered our way to see the dam, I was picturing a dried up, used-to-be dam. Instead, as we rounded the corner, my eyes popped! There in front of us was water and all in one spot! It was so beautiful, I almost wept! Going from the many dams, lakes, and rivers in Utah to the nonexistent lakes here in Twentynine Palms has made me realize how much I took for granted. Seeing this beautiful sight was so refreshing!
The petroglyphs were an interesting side note on the trail. Possibly drawn by the Chemehuevi (love saying that name) Indians, some had been sadly vandalized (probably drunk marines) with paint.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Little Maan
Sorry, but I give up on the 30 days. Felt too much like homework that I was not enjoying. Yes, I know, I'm a big slacker.
No, I didn't spell man wrong. It's just the way David says it. Funny story. I have on occassion called my son, Little Man. Probably, at times when I'm frustrated with him because now he has taken to calling me and anyone around Little Maan when he's frustrated with them. For example, when I yell at him for the millionth time to pick up his toys, he'll turn around and say, "No, Little Maan!" Or if his best friend, Emma doesn't play games he wants to play, he'll say, "Come on, Little Maan!" It's so stinkin' cute!
He knows the difference between boys and girls so I've taught him that man and woman are just bigger versions of boy and girl. So, he'll call me Little Maan, I mean Big Maan, I mean, Big Woman. I try not to take offense at that...
No, I didn't spell man wrong. It's just the way David says it. Funny story. I have on occassion called my son, Little Man. Probably, at times when I'm frustrated with him because now he has taken to calling me and anyone around Little Maan when he's frustrated with them. For example, when I yell at him for the millionth time to pick up his toys, he'll turn around and say, "No, Little Maan!" Or if his best friend, Emma doesn't play games he wants to play, he'll say, "Come on, Little Maan!" It's so stinkin' cute!
He knows the difference between boys and girls so I've taught him that man and woman are just bigger versions of boy and girl. So, he'll call me Little Maan, I mean Big Maan, I mean, Big Woman. I try not to take offense at that...
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