All great things must come to an end, and so... Grandma heads for home. After a whirlwind 6 week European vacation, we woke up one morning and it was all over. It was time to take my Mom to Brussels to catch her plane back to the states. (I swear, it feels like we just picked them both up yesterday!) Hopefully she had as great a time as we did, and is as sad to see the Summer Of The Moms come to a close as we are. Gone are the days of lunching at castles, and it's back to Sonic and Applebees. Is it wrong that I'm a tad jealous of that?
Anyhoo, after getting up at 4 am, hopping in the car at 6 am, driving to Brussels, checking Mom into airport, and heading back to KB... you'd think it was time for a nap. Not so. Today is also BAF Day. (That's Belgian/American Friendship Day.) Each year, we invite the locals who are an important part of our lives here in Belgium (landlords, city leaders, etc.) to come out to KB and celebrate with a good old fashioned cook out. It's just our way of saying "thanks for all that you do!" The gang at the base did most of the set up work yesterday, but there was still a lot to do to get ready. As Melissa and I put up the decorations...
the guys all stood around and pretended to be "management". Apparently this is very difficult work. They were very good at it.
A few hours later, and the festivities began. I didn't take a lot of pictures, because I was a little pooped at this point, but here are some of the highlights. There was a lot of pie in the face activity. This raised quite a bit of money for our annual Christmas party. (Not to mention, it was lots of fun.)
Then it was time for the dunking. Russ took his turn in the tank...
and suddenly Jess took an interest. After all, how many opportunities do you get to try to soak your Dad? You have to take advantage of these times.
It took a few tries, because that target it pretty small.
But her determination paid off and Russ hit the water. Score! We had a great time at BAF Day, and Mom had a smooth flight home, so we'll call it a success. Just think, this time next year, we'll be on a fight back to the states, too. And one of my first stops will be at Applebees. I'm just saying.
All great things must come to an end, and so... Grandma heads for home. After a whirlwind 6 week European vacation, we woke up one morning and it was all over. It was time to take my Mom to Brussels to catch her plane back to the states. (I swear, it feels like we just picked them both up yesterday!) Hopefully she had as great a time as we did, and is as sad to see the Summer Of The Moms come to a close as we are. Gone are the days of lunching at castles, and it's back to Sonic and Applebees. Is it wrong that I'm a tad jealous of that?
Anyhoo, after getting up at 4 am, hopping in the car at 6 am, driving to Brussels, checking Mom into airport, and heading back to KB... you'd think it was time for a nap. Not so. Today is also BAF Day. (That's Belgian/American Friendship Day.) Each year, we invite the locals who are an important part of our lives here in Belgium (landlords, city leaders, etc.) to come out to KB and celebrate with a good old fashioned cook out. It's just our way of saying "thanks for all that you do!" The gang at the base did most of the set up work yesterday, but there was still a lot to do to get ready. As Melissa and I put up the decorations...
the guys all stood around and pretended to be "management". Apparently this is very difficult work. They were very good at it.
A few hours later, and the festivities began. I didn't take a lot of pictures, because I was a little pooped at this point, but here are some of the highlights. There was a lot of pie in the face activity. This raised quite a bit of money for our annual Christmas party. (Not to mention, it was lots of fun.)
But her determination paid off and Russ hit the water. Score! We had a great time at BAF Day, and Mom had a smooth flight home, so we'll call it a success. Just think, this time next year, we'll be on a fight back to the states, too. And one of my first stops will be at Applebees. I'm just saying. 
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