So anyway, Nick had duty yesterday, so we spent a lot of time outside. A LOT. Yet another reason I don't want to move on base. By the way, the offered us a house. Nine months after moving to Guam, the housing office called to say that they had a house for us. Thanks guys, way to run an efficient business! Seriously, nine months? Am I the only one who thinks that that is just more than a LITTLE ridiculous? My friend Erin in HI waited six months, and she actually waited. Like, in a hotel, while the Navy footed the bill. Seriously? This is how the government conducts its business? Don't even get me started.
So needless to say, when they called (nine months later) to offer us a teeny tiny house with no back yard and no trees to shade what little yard there was, I said "no, but thanks for calling." Sheesh.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, playing outside in our huge, fenced in, fully shaded (albeit welcoming to burglars) backyard. They were ALL being super cute playing tag, so I got up off my enormous booty (just ask Ava!) and got my camera. Of course, by this time, the lighting was total crap, but it was still fun.
|Apparently tag can be very tiring. I wouldn't know, I didn't get out of my chair.|
|Can you see Scott's little tongue poking out? How friggin cute IS he!!!|
I debated posting this one, anticipating Nick's future comments about Too Much Warren, but for me, there's no such thing as Too Much Warren. He's such a ham! You can't really tell, but the flanking shots are actually him airborne, pumping off the slide.
And because it IS Christmas Eve, even though it's eight in the morning and already in the mid eighties and we'll probably hit the beach this afternoon, I put these last pics in a Christmas template. Amazingly, it didn't make me feel any more like it's the Christmas season. Have I mentioned that Guam weather is messing with my mind?
Sorry my kids are so frigging cute ya'll. I just can't help it!