It's still not Take Your Baby To Work Day...

A little picture of Berry supporting our troops -- or rather, our troop (yes, just our favourite one) off to work to support her. They run a mutual admiration society.

I'd like to also mention that this terribly attractive "front yard" is not our fault. We've been living in Air Force temporary lodging while waiting (and waiting and waiting) to move into our new house. This picture was taken then.

An ending

I'll miss living on base.

I'll miss the warm Air Force neighbourhoods where everyone makes friends quickly and looks out for each other, where kids play in the street at all hours and people leave their cars unlocked, their doors open. I'll miss the feeling of complete security and the sense of community and purpose. I'll miss the playing of the national anthem at precisely 4.30pm every day, when every car stops and every person stands still, turns to the flag and puts their hand on their heart. I'll miss the C-17s overhead. I'll miss seeing people proudly in uniform everywhere I go.

We're in a war I don't agree with, we're being led by people I don't believe in, and I'm not an American citizen – but I'm tremendously proud of the men and women who put everything on the line to serve what I've come to think of as "our" country. And I'll miss living among them.

Cinco de Mayo

I don't even know if I spelled that correctly – it's a new holiday to me, but fun! We had a big party out by the old planes with all the Army doctors and their families, and we (the three Air Force families) played host. The kids had a pinata and Berry somehow got hold of her first-ever lollipop (for all of a minute before I removed it and became the least-popular-mummy-ever).

[The picture: Mike, our friend from next door, is helping Berry take her swing at the pinata...]