a Major promotion

On December 22nd Barry was promoted to be a Major in the Air Force.  It was a big day and a really inspirational event.

For well over a month the kids sang the national anthem as our opening song for school just to get ready for this day.  We even divided the parts up– Ian starting with a solo on the first line, then Logan on the next line, Jonah and Logan together on the third, Jonah solo for the 4th, Brenna alone on the next two high lines, and then the grand finally with all of them together.

singing the national anthem

I know I’m probably a bit biased, but it was the cutest thing ever.  They didn’t seem a bit nervous and all sang their parts perfectly.  From where I was at the piano I could see the audience full of the biggest smiles and even a few tears of joy.  It was the perfect start.

The Wing Commander Colonel Crozier agreed to do the promotion, which was a big honor.  He really exemplifies a leader in the way he carries himself, how personable he is, and the skill with which he engages a crowd when he speaks publicly.  He pulled our family aside just before the ceremony began, introduced himself to the kids and I and to Barry’s parents, and got the scoop on how Barry and I met.

attention

Before Barry got all the new rank pinned on his uniform and renewed his oath of office Colonel Crozier spoke for quite awhile.  He didn’t hold a single note in his hand, but went assignment by assignment through Barry’s career citing all the cool things he did– test fired an oxygen-iodine laser a record number of times, ranked #1 Company Grade Officer at every assignment he’s had, pioneered really cool computational fluid dynamics stuff I don’t know how to say, won awards, got into the super elite engineer honor society, gradutated from AFIT with a 3.77 gpa, performed really essential stuff for the Defense Satellite Program– with perfect knowledge and specificity.  It was impressive to hear how amazing my husband is in such a formal way.  I hear about things casually from time to time, but never all at once in this context.  The kids all left saying, “We knew Dad was super awesome, but we didn’t know he was THAT super awesome!”

Then we all got to help but the new rank stuff on his uniform.

pinning

the kids put on the epulets

pinning the hat

aahh

When Colonel Crozier administered the Oath of Office he didn’t just say, “I, state your name” and then pause– he said the ENTIRE thing

the Oath of Office

and then Barry repeated the ENTIRE thing.  It was really moving and really got the meaning of the oath across to those of us watching and listening.  And that was it!

here's Barry!

Barry spoke for a little bit and gave each of us little gifts, then we ate cake with all the people that came to watch.  (There were between 50 and 60 people there I’d say.  Maybe more. ) Really, the main thing he insisted on having was THE cake from Whole Foods with layers of real berries.  It was good cake.  Really good cake.

us and his parents

The end.

Oh and there are a few more photos on my flickr here.

Our long weekend…

was full of food,

the dinner

the dinner

father-son engineering,

trebuchet building

trebuchet launching

and bike race watching.

cyclocross

racing

hopping back on

There was some movie watching, knitting, and guitar practicing thrown into the mix as well, just no pictures of those.

We have oh so much to be thankful for, especially each other.

Halloween 2010

This year we just dressed up for our ward (church congregation) Halloween carnival and Trunk-or-Treat.  We skipped the Trick-or-Treating yesterday because it was Sunday.  It really was nice to do the dressing up just once.

the halloween bunch Ian was Spider Man with a costume from the dress up box.  Dad did the face paint while I whipped up a SweetPea pilot cap.

spider man

Hunter was a duck who would quack and quack, but never hold still.

moving duck

Brenna was a Mad Scientist.

mad scientist

Jonah was a fortune teller.

fortune teller

Logan was a ghost.

eating donuts on a string

Barry was a punk rocker and in charge of the donut on a string carnival booth.

etaing donuts on a string

Good times.  Good times.

no manners dinner

So, here’s our new April Fool’s Day tradition.  The No Manners Dinner.

no manners dinner

We had friends in Ohio whose Christmas Eve tradition was to have a huge family gathering for a meal of spaghetti.  The catch was that each person got the “dishes” and “utensils” they would eat with in a brown paper bag.  Inside would be things like a pot lid, salad tongs, and a ladle and they would all have to do their best with what they got to eat their meal.

Naturally, my kids beg on a regular basis to have a No Manners Dinner of our own, but Christmas Eve just never felt like the right time.

But April Fool’s Day is perfect!

no manners dinner

We had breakfast for dinner, of course, and instead of hiding each person’s place settings in bags I just let the boys set the table in whatever manner they chose.

Waffles, berries, and whipped cream from a steamer basket with a rubber spatula, anyone?

Or off a cooling rack with shish-kebab sticks, maybe?

no manners dinner

How about with big tongs from a pot lid?

no manners dinner

no manners dinner

no manners dinner

How about drinking out of the gravy boat?

no manners dinner

Tonight certainly wasn’t the ideal night to do something new and crazy.  We were gone all afternoon with our homeschool group, Brenna was swimming until 6, Jonah had to be at Cub Scouts at 6, Barry got home about 5:40 and had to leave again at 6:45– but today was the day I needed to make it happen.  It’s all about the memories, right?

no manners dinner

And so, it happened.  The kids didn’t stop talking about it all night– about how when I left to run Jonah to scouts and pick up Brenna from swimming they put salt in my quart jar of water, about Brenna eating sausage with a whisk and how it was actually fun to eat out of a cupcake pan because there are so many compartments.

It was worth the extra effort, which really wasn’t extra at all, just a little more fun.