It's good to be home again. The airplane that was supposed to come get us from San Clemente Island had instrument problems and couldn't make it. I thought I might get stuck out there over the weekend. Luckily we were able to find another plane to get us home.

It's harder to be away from Jake now that he's older. Kristin says all he says is "Daddy, Daddy" when I'm gone. Kristin took Jake to the commissary on base to get groceries and Jake saw a guy in a flight suit and ran up to him yelling "Daddy, Daddy" thinking it was me. The young guy turned around and gave Jake a panicked look. That had to be priceless.


Jake trying out his friend Christian's big boy bike


Jake's first trip to Dairy Queen

Whacking some balls off the tee on our back patio

 
Mommy giving Jake some pointers on how she used to do it.