Where have we been? It's been a crazy eight months since I last updated, and honestly, we had a lot going on in our family that I just didn't feel like airing out on our blog, so I didn't. The recap... Clayton spent most of the summer suffering from his arthritis, and we finally, miraculously got our insurance company to pay for a medication that was safe for his heart that provided almost 100% relief from his symptoms. He started kindergarten. The whole thing was a nightmare, and I pulled him out of school to homeschool him, which is going much better. We got orders to Elmendorf AFB, Alaska. I bought the kids winter clothes. A friend gave us her kids' very nice winter coats. We sold our house. Our assignment got cancelled. Not knowing when we'd get a new assignment, we went through with the sale of the house. We packed up and moved 17 miles down the road to the base. We got an assignment to Hill AFB, Utah. We still had those winter clothes and coats. Our assignment got cancelled. We got an assignment to Robins AFB, Georgia. Now what am I supposed to do with all the winter gear? Oh well. We packed out of our base house the week before Christmas, drove to Texas for the holidays, and then drove to Georgia. Now we're here getting settled. It was actually a pretty stressful time, but things are getting a bit more settled, and we're living in a house that we think we'll be in for more than a few weeks, so I'm feeling better.
I've been wanting to start blogging again, but it's hard to know where to begin, so I'll just start with the present, and maybe every now and then, I'll go back to throw in something from the past. We'll see.
So, as for today, we spent the morning at the Museum of Aviation here in Warner Robins. It was great. We had taken the kids to the Navy Museum in Pensacola last month, and they loved it, so today was a big hit as well.
I tried to buckle Clayton into this seat, but there were lots of pieces, and I thought something must be missing. When Ryan came over, he said nothing was missing. They had these same seatbelts on the AWACS. Oh my! It really is an OLD airplane.
Eli practicing flying in Pop's F-4. When I asked him if he would like to be a fighter pilot when he grows up, he promptly answered that he can't because he's going to drive the trash truck. Shocker! Hey, don't judge. They're both important jobs.
Aaron checking out the backseat of the F-4.
