Hubby had his interview yesterday in DC with the admirals. He spent a few days there getting ready (and getting over a 6 hour time difference), then went in to determine the next seven years of our lives. For those of you that don't really know, the PNEO interview can either make or break you. Someone like Hubby can spend almost 13 years in the submarine force, then have all those qualifications and clearances stripped away in a matter of minutes. And to make the pressure beat down on him more, they failed 25% of the guys in the group before him. Typically, only one guy will fail. So that freaked him out, which of course freaked me out.
But, he passed!
He called last night to let me know, and by the time I got to the pre-deployment brief (yikes, I can't believe I have to think about deployment already), all the other officers knew about it. Even the captain said congrats and that he was proud of Hubby.
So, we basically can relax about the next 7 years. We know we will be in subs. We know which places we can get stationed. We know roughly when to expect deployments, shore duty, more deployments, etc. And, that is a huge weight lifted off Hubby's shoulders!
In other news, I caught LB today on his hands and feet! He's been pretty good about getting up on his hands and knees, but somehow he managed to get up on his feet. Of course, this lasted a few seconds, then he fell on his face and cried a little bit. He's also becoming a little food critic. He loves sweet potatoes, carrots, and green beans with turkey, but won't go anywhere near applesauce or peas. He also found Cheerios to be very perplexing.
Well, it is 7pm here, and LB is asleep, so I think I might just drink a little spiked iced tea and relax with the olympics. :)
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