Thursday, June 18, 2009

Clean Teeth, Mission visits and Jane Wayne Day

Soren had his first visit to the dentist last Wednesday and here he is afterwards in his car seat playing with the bracelet that he chose from the prize drawer. Sorry, no pictures of him getting his teeth cleaned because he was on my lap leaning backwards onto the lap of the hygienist and then the dentist for his check-up. No crying for him. Einar's visit was first so we watched big brother hop up into the chair and open wide and Soren just went right along.

Bright lights for the little guy, but he didn't even notice since he was riveted to The Incredibles that was playing on the screen over his head and coming through on his headphones. Things are looking good in there, we just need to brush for the full 2 minutes 2X/day.

Einar posing in a doorway at the San Juan Capistrano Mission on Friday last week. I don't know of many people who wear cowboy boots with athletic shorts, but Einar is always out to set new fashion trends. The device hanging around his neck is my audio tour for the mission that he high-jacked right from the get-go. He found most of the numbered signs that let you know which button to push for the information and he kept up with the tour. His biggest learning was that 40 people died in the earthquake that brought down the big stone church. He's been curious about death lately and the cemetery also brought some questions at the mission.

Lots of big koi live in this pond at the mission.

The gardens are beautiful here. In the background is the ruins of the big stone church that was destroyed in an earthquake on Easter Sunday not long after it was constructed.

The three of us in the big stone church. Paula took our picture for us.

Paula and Einar off on a little exploring adventure at the mission. She came down to visit us one more time before we move and we sure kept her busy the whole weekend. We went to the Mission on Friday, did Jane Wayne Day on Saturday, Disneyland after church on Sunday, and wine tasting in Temecula on Monday.

Reeder and Einar welcoming home the "Mommy Troops" after our live fire exercise during Jane Wayne day at the School of Infantry at Camp Pendleton. They are climbing around on a light armored vehicle (LAV) that they insisted was a tank. Marianne's husband Clint invited Paula and I to join in the Jane Wayne day for wives and family members to get a taste of what it's like to be a marine. Thanks Clint!

This isn't us during the live fire exercise, but we went next shooting off the M-16's. They outfitted us in Flak jackets and helmets that we wore around all morning. Being a Marine is pretty dirty and not so comfortable with all of the heavy equipment and tight places to ride around in. We definitely gained a new appreciation for Jared's career these past 20 years!

Practicing in my simulation rounds. I got some pretty good marks during this practice.

Here is the LAV that we rode around in after our obstacle course.

I did make it over the wall after using a loose board as a stair on the other side. Most of the rest of the obstacle course was too much of an obstacle to take very seriously.
Should we be smiling while practicing our punches?

Paula made it over the wall too. There was a lot more smiling and giggles while we were doing these things than when real marines go through the activities.

You are actually supposed to be on top of the bars not just hanging from them like you see me doing.

One leg over, hey, is that a marine pushing me up on the other side? Maybe you can't see him since he's wearing camouflage.

Painting our faces and preparing for the day. We used a slightly different color palette than our typical daily compact holds.

Running the Combat Fitness Test (CFT). Push-ups, grenade throwing, sprinting, crawling (Soren would have aced that part!) and ammo can lifts. Our course was modified and it still kicked our butts. I didn't mind the ammo can lifts though since I've been lifting up Soren like that a lot.

Riding off in the LAVs.

Marianne, Paula and I in our marine duds with big grins on our faces.