Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to Kelly, Happy Birthday to me.
What would a family blog be without a photo of one of your kiddos on the royal throne?
Alessandra has taken on potty training (mostly on her own, with a little help and encouragement - and lots of cheering from big sister, mom and dad). She has happily made diaper changing MUCH less messy and not nearly as stinky (thank goodness). We still have a long way to go, however, she seems motivated and excited about it... and who am I to stop progress?
Oh yes, and please note: She has finally decided that books ARE for reading (and not just for turning pages, throwing and coloring in). It is going to be a big year.
When we had been here about a week or so, driving up the highway and coming into Camp Foster a crazy looking car caught my eye. It looked like a....
Well, an Ohio State Buckeye Football Helmet! Now, that is not something you see every day! (Particularly here in Okinawa).
The funny thing was, on the first day of school for Olivia, I ran into another Kindergartener and his parents and they were decked out in Ohio State gear. I said the secret Ohio password ("Go Bucks") and then asked if they were from Ohio (duh Kelly) and then said "hey, have you seen the guy with the..... OH IS THAT YOU WITH THE CAR?" They laughed, said yes and I said I would stop them someday and snap a photo for all of the crazy Buckeyes in my family.
So, as I was searching for potty training pants that might actually fit my small fry child, I came across this...
Happy Japanese Potty Training everyone!
hello nice and loyal readers...
I have a few posts in the works, but for some reason the site (or my fantastic computer savviness) is keeping me from getting my photos on here... argh!!
Be patient - and thanks for reading...
So, this is for all you taxpayers out there.
Here is Brad in his new flack jacket (Wikipedia description: A flak jacket or flak vest (or flack jacket)[1] is a form of protective clothing designed to provide protection from shrapnel and other indirect low velocity projectiles. Today it frequently refers to bulletproof vests, particularly Type III and above which have added steel, titanium, ceramic or polyethylene plates which can withstand high-powered rounds such as those from rifles.
Now, you may (or may not) remember when OIF 1 happened (wow, was that 5 years ago?) and there was a HUGE stink about how crappy the "bullet proof vests" were and a large umber of military moms stormed onto the Capital and also wrote degrading letters to their congressmen/women about how horrible the mlitary was to send our boys to war wearing nothing but and old, tired vest.
Well, I am happy to announce that they have been replaced. Brad originally had one that was the one for training and usage here, and then, once finding out about his upcoming trip to the big sand box (those of you who didn't know that, we can fill you in later, I can't post it) he was upgraded.
Now, my fine tax paying citizens, you will be happy to know that your boy is covered with 45 pounds of man saving materials (yes, 45 pounds!!). (I will get a better picture when the baby-making protection piece is on there, that is the best part ). I am not sure how exactly any of them move, or are able to walk with any other gear, but thankfully those internal organs are protected. (Although I keep thinking that maybe chainmail pants might be a nice addition)
I still think he sort of looks like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle... don't you?
