As lovely as e-mail and Facebook are to stay connected with our Anderson kids, there’s nothing like having them with us in person, even if for only a stretched weekend. We’d been having gorgeous sunshiny days, but weather.com predicted rain for the entire weekend, both in our valley and out at the coast. I don’t usually care about the weather, but nearly all of our plans required clear skies. I was pre-bummed. Oh, me of little faith!
We live a block from a delightful small playground; the kids had plenty of dry time there.
We planned a family photo shoot at Tilikum; it poured all the way there, then the sun came out for nearly the whole 1.5-hour session.
We drove through heavy rain three-quarters of the way to the coast; the kids spent three hours under blue skies building sand castles, wave dashing, and climbing the dunes.
Paul got a little sandy on the way down the dune.
Almost best of all, the sun came out just in time for our traditional one-block walk to church down the middle of the street. I was a happy camper.
We were happy the other grandparents and aunt/uncle could come down from Seattle to meet the newest grandkids and share in some of the fun. We all (along with the local Macy “kids”) could see how remarkably well the newest Andersons are adjusting. Addison adds new words to her vocabulary every day. With some extra attention at school, she is already learning to read.
Paul not only spells his name, he can write it.
Somehow our ordinary hanging-out led to some teaching moments.
Paul shows Papa the book he got in Ethiopia that introduced him to his new life.
Addison and Paul even got to play handbells when we visited a rehearsal.
Yes, you no doubt noticed this post is a little lopsided, with lots of attention on the new kids. I s’pose that’s reasonable, as when a new baby joins the family. Trust me, we think all of the Anderson kiddos are remarkable, (imagine that!) but figure there’s understandable interest in how Addison and Paul are adjusting—not that the whole family isn’t adjusting! They are, and quite well.
You thought you were going to get by with only 22 pictures! I could stop, but then I have all these other pictures…
All good things must come to an end.
The white-hanky farewell. Bye, dear ones. Come again soon (please).
Note: The best three pics in this collection were taken by John Macy.