Pensacola Downtown Christmas Parade, 2012 HT-28 Party with Kristin I’m impressed every time we see the Downtown Pensacola Christmas Parade. It’s always more than I expected or remembered. Chris and I watched about half an hour of bead-flinging and merriment before heading a couple miles north to the HT-28 Squadron Christmas Party, which was a…
The Heart of December
Sacred Heart
Last week, the day the baby nativity became his favorite toy! The chat with the doctor at Sacred Heart’s children’s cardiology unit keeps playing through my head on repeat. Irregular aorta…potential high blood pressure to his brain…possibly stressing his kidneys…see this in infants who’ll need surgery before three weeks old to live…strongly recommend a CAT…
No!
Three weeks ’til Christmas…
Walking in a Winter Wonderland
Nobody told me I was walking to THIS GUY! Nothing can keep this kid from walking now! Chris and I Captain Goodbaby was really excited to see a certain VIP fly into the Training Wing Five Family Christmas Party — that’s right, Santa rides in a helicopter! That guy really knows how to make an…
Falling for Christmas!
Around the neighborhood, lining the supermarket parking lot, and nestled between live oaks, crimson and yellow leaves—way more than I remember seeing here before—have attained their richest shades and are now curling up, brown and crunchy, underfoot. We’ve had several days of cloudy, breezy, exciting, Christmasy weather, despite the fact that we were wearing short…
Pilgrims and Indians
Creek Indian Tribe Annual Pow Wow, 2012 The name Pensacola comes from a common Apalachee Indian surname, “Pansacola,” which meant, “hair people.” Now isn’t that interesting? The local native Americans attacked Cabeza de Vaca in 1528 in the middle of the night after first appearing somewhat friendly. De Vaca reported they lived in permanent houses…
Last Minute!
Don’t those babies look alike?? Which one’s which?? Testing the double jogger resulted in mutual face-mauling. Chris and his students flew training flights to the East Coast over the first weekend of November. My dad was in Venezuela, leaving my mom and me spouse-less at the same time, three states apart. My folks graciously offered us…