SWAT

I don't write a lot about #1's job. I don't know of many women who do write about their husband's occupations on their blogs. I guess most of their husbands don't have jobs that many people would want to hear a whole lot about...but believe me, you'd like to read daily about what my husband does...especially to hear him tell it (he never embellishes anything).

Frankly, even though there are some things I'd love to blog about, I wouldn't be allowed. Because he is a police officer, he could get fired if I shared some things with you. Besides, there are also some things that shouldn't be on a blog that I try to keep rated "G".

But today he had a training in the middle of the city in front of everyone, so I feel very comfortable sharing what he was doing and some photographic evidence, excuse the pun. Enjoy!
I was pretty bummed when I found out that one of his only Saturdays off of the (almost) summer, he was to have SWAT training. He only gets every other weekend off, and with softball tournaments and my upcoming trip to Michigan to work at camp...well, our Saturdays at home together are limited. However, instead of letting it get me down, I decided to drag the kids along and go to training with him.

Ok, #1 is very afraid of heights...but he was brave and went repelling off of this building.

Step One: get your balance

Step Two: creep down the building

Step Three: Shoot into an open window (I tweeted that they were going to go into it...I was wrong)

Step Four: Land on your feet and smile for the camera!

I took pictures of all the guys on #1's department, but not all of the guys who "jumped"

Some people had a hard time with Step One :o)
Notice in this picture, where the guy is hanging on for dear life as his buddies pull him up that there is a guy grinning as he takes pictures from above. I was not grinning...

...but I did continue photographing (this is a different fall). Some people also didn't do Step Four very well either and landed on their bums...but I didn't get to do it so I can't criticize.

Just in case you were thinking "that doesn't look so bad", here is the building they are coming off of. 7 stories tall :o) They also got to repel down an elevator shaft and clear a room/extract a hostage.

My children had no fun, no fun at all.

I wasn't sure how long we'd be there or what kind of an area I'd have to change diapers in, so I stuck Baby J in a sposie...he enjoyed a lunch of garbanzo beans and carrots in his birthday suit after he got the lid off of his bottle and drenched himself.

How many boys do you know that sat on the back of a SWAT vehicle and watched their daddy and his friends jump off of a building?

Well, I can name seven...but that's because they were also there today. And his little boy thought it was one of the coolest things ever!

Oh, funny story. The janitor for this building was watching with us for awhile and said to Snug "You didn't know your daddy was Spiderman, did you?" Snug looked him straight in the eye and replied "No! My daddy not Spiderman, my daddy is ____________" and used #1's first name. Cracked me up. Someone else asked him if he'd want to try going off the building and he said "yes, with my mommy". Awe!