Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
Captain Goodbaby threw a MASSIVE tantrum at the drugstore. I was getting a flu shot at my doctor’s insistence, to protect the Goodbaby. “We really don’t want him getting sick this year, so soon after his surgery. I’ve got five vaccines for kids at high risk, and I want him to get one.” What? Is…
Hannah and I laughed about the high and low points of her visit on our way to the airport last week. We agreed the low point of the trip was the tractor ride on our visit to Holland Farm. Han had commented on our previous visit to the corn box, “That looks fun! Is it…
The Navy Ball celebrated the Navy’s 238th birthday October 5 in the Whiting Field Atrium. Rear Admiral Donald P. Quinn, the Chief of Naval Education and Training, was the guest speaker. We had dinner, made toasts, and danced! HT-28 I do like the dress whites (that’s the uniform)! I took some pictures of Pace High…
New pals, 2006 First day home—Labor Day Tuesday, 2006 Chris and I had been married a few months. I was concerned Pounce would be lonely when I found a job. We passed the Escambia County Pet Animal Shelter in Pensacola and I said, “Let’s just see if they have any kittens.” “I don’t want to…
Quiet place for a nap! Isaac, for your first birthday we had cupcakes with Grandma and Pa, and I hosted Bible study (with more cupcakes) with all your baby buddies in lieu of a party. For your second birthday, we are twice as thankful for you (if that’s possible!). You’ve been through so much this…
Helicopters aren’t supposed to be there. “Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!” Chris called over the radio as the simulated emergency procedure he was practicing with his students turned into an actual emergency. The maneuver is called an auto-rotation. It’s extremely important to master, because if a helicopter’s engine flames out, you can’t exactly pull over on the…
Be free! A two-year-old, transformed! It was the day after Isaac’s birthday, and he was acting…you know…TWO. He picked up rocks out of the birdbath, threw mulch into a fountain, and generally yelled, “NO!” a lot. A LOT. But I figured anyone attending Monarch Madness at the Panhandle Butterfly House in Navarre, Florida, on a…
