Nonna and I took Ronan to the best place to get a ‘proper cup of tea’ in Tucson. Actually the only place in town that knows how to make tea properly and is owned and staffed by Brits. Our host told us how a lot of people come in and ask when ‘high tea’ is….Some times he tells them they can sit on the roof and have tea if they would like. How funny! Can you guess what we had to eat? One of mummy’s favourite dishes: Cottage pie (Brit style) with cabbage and peas! Yum Yum! Then when we went to the commissary on base, we found HP sauce and real Heinz Bake Beans in tomato sauce! Beans on toast anyone? Ronan wants to know when he gets his British passport!

Ronan got to meet our waitress’s little girl who is only a few months older than he is. She is half British too because her daddy is a Brit. Oh and if you are wondering, no Ronan did not want any chocolate cake. He did want to eat the table cloth though. I had to keep saving the cloth from his grasp so he didn’t poor mummy’s tea on her lap!

Did I tell you Ronan likes to give me kisses? He is a very cute kisser by the way. Some times he grabs my face with both of his hands and other times he pulls me to him by grabbing my hair on either side. Here he pulled me close by a chin lead. Awww…Ronan loves his mummy!

At base in the BX, Ronan tried to get the attention of some older girls. Sorry Ronan, they look like they are trying to get the attention of some Airmen instead. Oh well….We enjoyed some lemonade and did some furniture browsing.

At the ladies bible study at Jessica’s house Ronan was a little tired and started fussing. So Nonna and I showed him the fish tank. He was instantly mesmorized… He is just like his daddy in the way that he just loves fish tanks. Uh oh…Will mummy come home and find you and daddy putting together a fish tank (like my mummy did with me and my daddy?)?

Ronan really liked the fish! He kept kicking and making the “cous-cous” noises (in ref. to the time he tried to eat cou cous). Here in the picture I captured him trying to touch the fish through the glass. He wanted to jump right in and swim with them!

Today is Ryan’s first full day at Warrior Week. I started the day off with my daily ritual of going down to the mail box and putting in my letter for Ryan. I have started printing off colour photos of Ronan and taping them on to the envelope. I blurred out the addresses for obvious reasons, but can anyone guess who is on the stamp?