Bombs and kids

So, Randy decided that there was a island in the Pacific that needed to be aware of our kids' names. He wrote our kids names on one of the bombs he was dropping on his sortie yesterday.
Randy on the ladder under his jet (I know, self-explanatory)
Our kids' names on a bomb. An interesting thing. . . . .


Luke throwing a fit because he still had his paci after his nap, but was absolutely positive he needed to swing AND have his paci. . . Some fights I'm not willing to make while Randy is on the other side of the world.

Kate is already learning that with our white skin, it takes a LONG time to get any color on our legs. She loves laying in the sun.


We just got home from going to lunch with a group of friends. We each had either one or two kids with us. What a zoo. We decided that instead of the smoking section of some restaurants, there should be the kid section in restaurants. We were getting some nasty looks from people, and all of the kids were being really good!!! It just took over 45 minutes for our food to come out after we had ordered, then two of our orders were wrong once the food finally got there!!!

Here's to insanity and trying to do something grown up and dragging your kids along with you!!