Growing Up

Last weekend, I let a Strong Bonds Retreat.  I suppose it's supposed to be called a "Training Event" now.  Apparently, the term "retreat" has religious connotations that the chaplain corp wants to avoid using.  It is frustrating when someone asks if they should bring their Bible to the class, and I have to say it's not needed.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoy teaching, so the classes are fun to lead.  The problem is how wide a berth I'm expected to make around anything that is religious.  It's frustrating talking about building stronger marriages without discussing the significance of Christ within the covenant of marriage.  I've thought a lot about this over the last few days.  On Monday, I took part in a renewal of vows ceremony with a group who have been going through a Bible study on marriage with the chapel group here on SHAPE.  It is just interesting to look at the two groups and compare their approach to marriage.

Anyway, as you can see from the picture, Claire got to go swimming for the first time.  She took to the water immediately.  I'd throw her up and let her go under.  She'd hold onto my shoulders while I swam and kick while I pulled her around.  We realized how much she's growing up.  We'll soon be done with the baby phase of parenthood.

Routine

It's been a couple of weeks since I posted, so I'll try to hit the high points.  I suppose we're back in somewhat of a routine, at least for a couple of weeks.  I'm not exactly sure if that's even possible at the moment.

I've started teaching a cooking class for guys who can't cook with one of the members of the chapel service I attend.  Keith knows far more than I do about cooking, but it's really not the point of the class.  We're hoping to get a few more of the soldiers in our barracks to simply build relationships with one another.  Preparing and sharing a meal seems like as good of a way as any other.  Tomorrow is week two.

We're getting ready for a Strong Bonds event.  For those who aren't in the military, this is a weekend retreat that focuses on building strong relationships in military families.  This particualr retreat is a family event. The logistics for this particular event have been a massive difficulty.  My assistants have done a great job, but getting people to understand that Belgium doesn't work like Germany is amazingly difficult.

Friday, I took a group of 14 soldiers to visit a Waterloo battlefield and the ruins of an 8th century circtercian abbey.  It's always interesting what comparisons they draw from these events. 

I think that sums the last couple of weeks up.

Normandy & Keukenhof

My parents came for a visit last weekend, so we've done a little traveling with them.  When we were stationed in Belgium, my father told me he wanted to see Normandy Beach and Keukenhof.  OK, he actually said he wanted to see the Tulip Festival in Holland. 
On this trip, we've done both.  The Keukenhof trip was a day trip last weekend.  The tulips were a couple of weeks from being completely in bloom, but the gardens have every conceivable flower that grows in Holland, so it was still beautiful.  The bottom picture is in front of a tulip field near the park.  You can make out several different colors of tulip in the fields.

The Normandy trip turned out to be better than I honestly expected.  We visited Omaha Beach and the American Cemetary there.  The picture on the beach was taken there.  We visited the German Cemetary nearby.  Seeing both gives you perspective on the masses of people killed there on both sides.  I think I may have enjoyed Point du Hoc more than Omaha Beach (Dad disagrees).  The craters left from the naval bombardment are huge sixty years after the fact.  The fact that they successfully climbed that cliff confirms most of my suspicions about the general sanity of most Rangers.

We also made a quick trip over to see Mont St Michel.  The abbey was pretty, but I've seen abbeys.  The mount is an amazing view.  The actual visit out to the island was nice, but didn't add much.  We were there for about half a day.  This picture doesn't show that it is a tidal island.  The sun really came out and hit the island as we were driving off, so we stopped for one last picture.

Going...

Going.....

 ....Going.....

....Gone.




It was unintentional, but oh so funny.  The fact that she immediately got back into the wagon (while still crying) doesn't bode well for her future judgment.

Family Time

This weekend, we had absolutely nothing required of us.  On Friday, Em & I went on a date.  We tried a Greek restaurant some friends had recommended.  It was amazing.

On Saturday, Mons had its annual Chocolate Festival.  Chocolatiers set up on one of the shopping streets in Mons.  We tried a few things.  The better part of the day is just that the weather was amazing.  The kids both played in the fountain on the Grand Place in Mons.  On Sunday, we had an Easter Egg Hunt with our FRG.