Home

Erik flew in yesterday and the boys and I suited up to welcome him home at the squadron hangar, laughing at naptime in the face. It just feels so right when that guy comes through the door and into our home. It's just plain cozier when he's around. [Give me about three days and I'll be back in full force complaints about tripping over his boots by the door and the smell of man farts in the air.]

These work ups leave me with a sense of confidence and a sense of dread. When we hit the four week mark with this past detachment, I thought, "Okay, so deployment will be like that times nine. We made it through one month so we would already be (over) 10% done with deployment!" And then I'm like, "Oh shit, we'd only be 10% DONE WITH DEPLOYMENT." Oh well, we'll cross that bridge when the time comes. Until then, there's a whole bunch of snuggles going around this house.

Welcome home, Daddy! We missed you!

Waiting it out in the ready room.

Playing a game of tag on the flight line.

Exploring all the potential hazards in the hangar.

Anders working through the lack of nap.

Some of our pretty Cougar ladies waiting it out.

Here come the jets rolling in!

I love the standard open arm greetings.

Always a good blend of running hugs, but I find there is always a kiddie or two that needs a little prompting. Thankfully the youngest ones can't hold a grudge for too long :)

Waiting for our turn!

Wait for it, wait for it...

There he is!

Anders, you come, too!

There you go!

 To be fair, I eventually got a hug, too :o)