Party at the Hanger (thankfully no hangover!)

Today was the MALS 11 (Marine Aviation Logistics Squadron) Christmas party!  We combined ourselves with the fighter FMFA213 squadron to have a bigger crowd, more fun, and a great place to hold it!  They were pretty cool, and they also don't order too many parts during my shift. 

As we were getting ready to go, Brooke was upstairs doing whatever it is girls do to get ready (I'm sure I will find this out sometime sooner or later , probably once there babies become teenagers) .  My job, was to get the babies ready, which I had been working on for a few days now.  I played it smart and prepacked the diaper bag the night before, have clothes all ready, and even fed them before I changed them into their party clothes.  However, I did catch one little snag when I put on their cute little pink santa hats on them.  THEY HATED THEM!  When I first got the hats for them, they loved them and kept them on for hours.  Now, they wanted to shread them apart just like the sunday paper.  (I am now also planning on hiring them out to a couple of businesses here in San Diego for cheap document disposal and shredding.  They are cheaper to hire, and have so much more fun ripping things up!) 

The hats went in the diaper bag anyway, in hopes that they would change their minds by the time we got to see santa, and we were packed in the car and on our way.  We got there about 15 minuites or so after the posted start time on the fliers, and when we got in the hanger, they were still in the big process of setting things up.  It ment that my stomach would have to wait to get 3 plates of pancakes, sausage, and eggs, but the Characature artists were already there and set up, and we only had a short wait to get our picture done.  I will try to see about scanning it in sometime and posting it up, but it will have to wait for the moment as our printer is being about as dumb as Hollywood making a sequel to Titaic. 

Once the party was compleate and all set up, there was fun galore for all ages.  The "Man Cave" consisted of a camping trailer filled with chairs and video games lining the inside.  Kids had tons of inflatable bounce houses, a petting zoo, facepainting, and crafts to keep them occupied, while mommies had a coffee and coco bar, massages, and chit-chat areas.  I frequented by the poker tables and played 3 seperate games of Texas Hold'Em.  My luck was not what it usually was when I would play back in Utah.  I had the babies there with me as i shooed away Brooke to go and get herself a much needed massage, and told everyone at the table that they were my two good luck charms.  I guess there is such thing as too much good luck as every time I got a really good hand, another person got a good hand just barely better than mine. 

Anna and Abby had their first taste of pancakes there at the party, although they were plain and had no toppings.  I'm not even sure they got any in their tummy, as when I finished and went to get them in line for Sanat, there was no pancake left whole and it was shredded all over on their lap.  (Again, thus describing how wonderful these girls are at making something so shredded up, that it cannot in any way be put back togather at all.)

Santa arrived in a fighter jet and had lots of toys to give to all of the children there.  For those who had children under a year like us, they had given us gift cards to Walmart, which will probably get spent on clothes for the girls, as they are growing at the same rate as our national debt.  After what seemed like an hour in line, we finally made it to santa, and a maricle occured, THEY PUT ON THEIR HATS AND KEPT THEM ON!  This was awsome to see, and was only made more wonderful when we set them on Santa's lap, and Anna started to fuss and cry!  It was sooo cute!!!!!!!!  I cannot wait to see the picture of them. 

We stayed all through the party and I stayed after a while to help take down chairs and tables and things, much to the suprise of everyone in the working party, who were all "Voluntold" to take down everything, and could not leave untill they finished the cleanup.  Brooke did not mind this time of me helping our, as the lady with the petting zoo was giving the girls a fun experience seeing a little monkey.  I hope it didn't teach them any more crazy tricks to play on me, their mother teaches them plenty enough. 

The remainder of the day was spent relaxing and resting at home.  Nothing else exciting to report on, except for more planning on our Christmas Vacation that we will be spending with my Uncle Harold.  Harold is my long, lost Uncle from my mission in Washington, DC.  He and i have been through Hell and back and now have a wonderful relationship that cannot even be bent by the Caped Wonder himself.  I am so greatful to have him in my life, as well as in the life of my wife and children.  He truly blesses them in many different ways.  Harold put so much faith and trust in me, he gave me his grandmother's diamond ring to give to ther person that I chose to spend forever with.  After meeting Brooke, he gave his approval and knew it had a good home.  Harold, like Brooke, suffers from Depression, and many times they have been able to help each other out in their lows and helped me to understand these times as well.  Harold has been there through every big thing with my little family, from our engagement, to our wedding, to the Baby blessing when I returned home from Boot Camp, to now their first christmas.  Harold is a wonderful, careing and loving man and a wonderful part of our family. 

Tonight for dinner, I enjoyed some leftover Chicken Alfredo, and tried to now feed the girls some baby food for dinner.  Lately they have just been having it for breakfast and lunch, and having bottles for the other meals.  I grabbed a random bottle from the cubbard and discovered it was baby food Mac and Cheese.  I nearly jumped out of my socks when I found out that they didn't like it!  The icky faces were flashing at me, and there was orange mush being spat all over the place.  Of course, i don't blame them.  I perfer nice and home made Mac and Cheese, with extra cheese.  Too much is never enough. 

Well I probably ought to close this now.  The girls will be waking up here in just a few hours and i should get some sleep so I don't feel too groggy when I get up with them when they dicide to wake up at .  Goodnight Blog fans and True believers, and watch our for this Santa stalker!