There was quite a bit of rushing around on Friday to get everyone ready for the party and Brian and me ready for our trip to Seattle, but we had a lot of fun amidst the chaos. While we were rushing around trying to get everyone packed to stay with Grandma and trying to get the house clean, Brian and I realized that we were supposed to be having fun getting ready for Halloween, not running around all stressed and crazy and bossing the kids around. So we switched gears, made sure everyone was packed, and told everyone to get ready for the party.
Alyssa was Marie Antoinette, like I mentioned, Ethan was Toothless, Marcus was an air Force guy, and Rebecca (the three year old this time) was Little Ariel. We all got dressed, then we stopped by Brian's office so he could soak some contacts in flouresein (spelling is not correct, forgive me), and finally we headed to the church to decorate a classroom door for the trick-or-treating and have fun at the party.
|Little Ariel with her princess friends.|
|Marcus is showing off his cool Air Force gun.|
I missed getting a picture of Alyssa, because she had to leave soon after the party started to go to a Nutcracker rehearsal.
The next morning Brian and I left for Seattle for our open water dives for scuba class. It was awesome! We had on two layers of 7 mm wetsuits to keep us warm, and we saw a bunch of purple star fish, some feisty crabs, lots of fish, and the fastest shrimp we've ever seen.
We did two dives on Saturday and two on Sunday. There was a lot of certification tests mixed in with the dives, but we were able to have a lot of time just exploring under water as well. Oh, and we saw Oscar the Octopus, who was apparently released to the wild about a week ago, and the people we talked to afterward were quite happy that he had found a home in one of the old boats placed for the diving area.
I learned that Brian is a great diving buddy. When we first got in the water, and I was struggling to put my fins on, my mask got all foggy and I started to freak out that I wouldn't be able to see under water. I kept trying to clean it out, then put it on without exhaling, but every time it was foggy. I was very concerned, and even thought, "Let's not do this. I can try another time." But Brian came over to help, and just having him there calmed me down. He took off my hood and put it back on again so that all my hair was out of the way, then he called our teacher over, who told me to spit in the mask and then just barely rinse it out. Apparently, the spray defogger that Brian and I used was different from what Dave was putting on everyone else's masks, so when he told us to rinse the defogger, I really shouldn't have, because the spray wasn't meant to be rinsed off. Anyway, spitting worked like a charm, and once I was able to get my mask on successfully, I was emotionally ready to go.
Still, it took about twenty or thirty minutes under the water for me to really become comfortable and look around enough to enjoy myself. It was so neat to watch all the little fish and collect shells from the floor. I collected some shells and crab claws for the kids at sixty feet down.
During the testing, I handed Brian my secondary regulator upside down; forgot to release air from my BC as we ascended for the first time, which made me float right to the surface once we hit twenty feet; and it took me two tries to take off and put my mask back on under water. Those gloves are hard to get used to! I learned a lot, though. Once you make those mistakes, you make sure you don't make them again.
Oh, and I can't forget to say that we accidentally mixed up Brian's and my gear while we were packing in the dark on Friday night. I put on his wetsuit, and I thought it was loose because I had tried it on over my clothes at the dive shop. Still, I was surprised it was so roomy. Then Brian came over, and we were in a hurry, because we were the last to arrive and everyone was already getting ready, and Brian started to unknowingly put on my wetsuit. He tried and tried, got it up on his legs, asked, "Am I really that fat?" Tried some more, got one arm halfway in and hollered, "Okay, my pride is completely done for already. Can you help pull this up?"
After pulling and tugging for a couple minutes, we figured out the problem, and it took a few more minutes to peel my wetsuit off of him. Like I said, we learned our lesson and made sure to keep our wetsuits separate when we hung them up at the hotel that night.
I love scuba diving! I loved being under the water, exploring some place new, and I can't wait until we can go again. (We're going to Hawaii in January for some CE classes, which is why we got scuba certified in the first place.) It was fun to learn how to use our compasses underwater. Honestly, I was quite impressed with myself for doing something that I never thought I would do and was originally way out of my comfort zone.
|my hot diving buddy|
|my cool purple fins - Purple is the last color to lose it's vibrancy under water.|
|Aren't I glorious?!?|
|with all our gear|
We had both sets of grandparents helping out over the weekend. Brian's mom braved the cold soccer games with the boys. Ethan threw up soon after getting to my parents house, and Becca threw up soon after my dad moved all the kids back to our (very messy) house. We're so thankful that our parents were willing to help out so Brian and I could do this amazing, fun thing together, and I'm glad our kids were taken care of so well.