Anyway, my mom calmed me down and we headed to the base. We got an AMAZING parking space, which instantly brightened my mood. There's just nothing more awesome than a good spot. Know what I'm talking about? Then...Ava's lifelong dream came true. Despite the fact that the lens was foggy from my too-cold car (which neither me nor my mother noticed, morons) I think you can see the look of pure delight on her face.
She's holding a baby. While standing up. And not just any baby, HER baby. It's truly something she's been LONGING for since she was old enough to walk.
Then we tried a group shot. And actually, some of them are sort of cute, except for the fog. Anyone know any tricks in PSE to get rid of that? I sharpened and sharpened and sharpened some more, but this was as good as it got.
We hung out in the bounce houses for about nineteen hours, but I didn't really get any good pictures. I was too busy diverting my eyes in shame from the dirty looks EVERYONE was giving me when they saw Warren's black eye. I mean, really? Is he the first boy to fall and get a black eye? Well, he's not, because Scott had a black eye on the same side two years ago, so there. I mean, do people really think I would PUNCH my two year old in the face? And then take him to a bounce house to make it up to him?
But I did get these shots. He's literally falling asleep as he sits there. Poor little beaten up dude.
|His eye looks even worse than it used to. It's yellow, black, purple, and blue.|
After a bunch of big kids overtook the bounce houses, we headed for the firetrucks. What is more fun than a firetruck and a bunch of super nice firefighters? I haven't figured out the answer to that yet. Nothing, according to my children.
Then we headed to Heaven on Earth. It was a parking lot full of a bunch of huge CB trucks. Kids are so dumb. We could have stayed there for the rest of the day. Scott was more excited than I've ever seen him, just climbing around looking at the trucks. Silly boy.
But, to my pleasant surprise, I learned that Truck Fun is not, apparently, just for boys :)
|She was all over ALL the trucks!|
She doesn't get it from me dude.
Then Scott, being Scott, found a little toy broom and began sweeping out the front thingy in the tractor type thingie truck. How does he find that stuff?!?!
And when I finally paid attention to my Junebug, she was busy making faces. Sigh. Daisy. Making faces does NOT help with our Awkward Alien Eyes Phase.
So that was it! Our second (and FINAL!!) Independence Day on Guam. It's no Virginia Beach, but I guess it'll do. Since there's not another option.
Have fun celebrating in the Real World ya'll!!!