Dylan's first trick or treat

Tomorrow is November 1st, and it is still in the 90's here in Arizona. I washed my car yesterday, and I literally had to rush through it because the suds kept drying before I could rinse it off, and then all the soap spots made it look dirtier than it was before I washed it. Thats how you know its freaking hot. Arizona probably makes the most money off of drive through car washes in the whole country.

Anyways, today was Halloween! Dylan went trick or treating for the first time. He was a tiger. I bought his costume a while back, but decided this morning his face needed to be painted too. So I took the risk of going into Party City on Halloween day. Mad house. I never like shopping in my city either. That awkward moment when you see someone you went to highschool with, and dont know whether you should say hi or not cuz you didnt talk that much - but they already made eye contact so now you have to...yea, thats awkward. I do my best to not shop in Goodyear.

So once we made it back home with our supplies, we went to work. Since Dylan does not like me touching his face..ever.... it took some time. But this is how it turned out.

Not bad for having to do it while my brother pinned him down on the floor. He also said thank you to everyone who gave him candy, and picked from the bowl wisely. He got all the good stuff, and he was very proud. We had a great time! We only wish daddy could have joined us - next year though!

Desert Vacation

After 15 hours of flying, a brief breakdown at the Philadelphia airport, an almost missed connecting flight and 24 hours of no sleep, Dylan and I finally made it to Arizona.

Needless to say we were jet lagged for the first several days.

Once we got back on track and were able to get out into the world, I was reminded how ridiculously hot and dusty Arizona is. Definitely not the lush green Germany I have been living in the past year. But Dylan is enjoying being in the company of so many people that love him.

He is learning so much so quickly, it makes me proud and sad at the same time. But he also is the same yucky Dylan that he's been since birth. Yesterday he literally ate my friends house plant. And possibly a candle. That shouldn't be surprising though.

I took an old friend out to lunch for his birthday, and Dylan has started this new thing where he shoves his fingers down his throat. I'm not sure WHY he does it, but he does. And of course, he made himself throw up at our table in Paradise Bakery. (Sorry Shane). Glad that didn't cause any sort of chain reaction.

We've managed to keep ourselves busy as we patiently await the return of our Airman. Communications to his base will soon be cut off, so lets pray this time goes quickly.