It's Aloha Friday

We are coming up on 3 years in the Aloha state, and we love it here.

3 years is the magic number for military assignments and so it is nearly time for us to say Aloha Oi.

But it looks like we get to stay a little longer! Nathan needs to do some training before we head back to Rapid City, SD, so that leaves the rest of us here in Hawaii until at least April. And hopefully we'll be able to finish out the school year.

I've been a little frustrated about not knowing our actual move date, and I'm ready to be a bit closer to family, but who doesn't want to spend winter in Hawaii? Plus, it just gives me a little more time to learn how to surf...

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on the subject of beaches... kind of...

Over at Quiet Life, Donna asked about nursing photos. If that grosses you out, don't scroll down.

About 8 years ago, we had some family pictures taken on the beach in Pensacola, FL. I love those photos. Our friend, Heidi Salgado, was our photographer. She did a great job. At one point I sat down in the sand to nurse Emily. Heidi took a picture, and it's the only picture of me nursing that I have. (or atleast the only one I'd show you)



Sydney and Nathan. NAS Pensacola. Sunset.

Non-Nursing photo. Last chance to not scroll down....


4 kids x about 2 years of nursing each = 8 years of lactation.

Several of my sisters are having babies this year, and though I don't miss the middle of the night feedings. Or the accidental wet spots. I do miss nursing. Is that wierd?




I love Emily's little arm up over her head. And her toes. And the fact that she's not actually a little baby. She is like 18 months old! In my imagination, I thought she was smaller in that picture. he he he.

Happy nursing!

Air Show

Because dancing the night away was not enough Air Force Birthday-Fun, we spent Saturday celebrating at an Air Show with the Air Force Thunderbirds!



I love Air Shows.



The Blue Angels are my first love, but the Thunderbirds put on a great show.



The show was great, but the little man who came and stood too close to me, put me in a bad mood.

He was standing so close that his shoe was touching mine and his elbow was resting on my forearm. He didn't seem to hear or understand me when I mentioned that he was standing too close. If I moved over, he just moved closer.

At one point I said, "Please move. You are standing too close to me. Your camera is bumping my son." He set his giant camera down and seemed to scoot even closer to me. Grrrr.

I later told the story to my friend, Diane, and she said it was a cultural thing. Tourists!

That's too close!


Off we go
Into the Wild Blue Yonder...


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Happy Birthday Air Force!

Nathan took me to the Air Force Ball this weekend.

Doesn't he look dashing in his uniform?



I must say that finding a dress that fits, and is cute and works with the Mormon-modest guidelines, and doesn't look like it belongs on the mother-of-the-bride is really hard. I think I'm going to sew for the winter formal.

ps - those two pictures were taken before I realized Nathan's bow tie was skiwampas and that he had forgotten his silver buttons...sorry Nathan... my eyes are closed in all the other photos...



The highlight of the night was seeing a WASP - Womens Airforce Service Pilot. "During World War II, a select group of young women pilots became pioneers, heroes, and role models...They were the Women Airforce Service Pilots, WASP, the first women in history trained to fly American military aircraft."

I was hoping that her name was listed on the program, but it's not. She was adorable! She attended the ball with her husband, a retired Air Force general. He was her trainer in flight school, over 60 years ago! Cute!

Happy Birthday, Air Force!