We've been enjoying a concentration of family visits lately, with our beautiful new grand baby capturing everyone's heart. Wonderfully, our three sons and their families were all here with us in VA at the same time this week. Definitely a houseful. Then yesterday shimmered in the sun as we celebrated the passing of the last of our great-grands in a service at Gettysburg National Cemetery, followed by locally-made ice cream at Rakestraw's, our favorite for decades. So many family milestones have been accompanied by ice cream at Rakestraw's. Even our youngest's first "food" was their delicious strawberry ice cream; yesterday he enjoyed renewing the memory with a huge double-dipped nut-rimmed cone so generous that he could barely finish it. While our daughter, away on a month's assignment in Germany, missed both her 44th birthday and the service yesterday, her 12-year-old son became our photo journalist to record the event for her.
Today we're reining in the weekend festivities to accommodate hurricane Irene's arrival, grateful for all the good weather in recent weeks. The 5.8 earthquake briefly shook our afternoon plans on Wednesday, but now we're actually ready for a couple low-key days. Our oldest son's family has flown back to Martha's Vineyard to finish their summer; we hope they will be tucked in safely. Our middle son's return to St Maarten was delayed by the airlines from Monday to Tuesday, so we have him with us and his baby daughter for an extra day.
I'm posting this before our electricity goes out again and stays out. But as the weather and the visiting calm down, and we start trekking our grandson over to his school in MD for a couple more weeks, I hope to be back in my studio, zealously organizing. Many projects need doing, like sprucing up my latest finds (above): a library card catalog and a pair of large wood finials. Hope you are savoring your last lazy weeks of summer (if that is your climate) and energizing for fall.
Over the last two weeks, while my middle son visits for too short a time, I've done very little that isn't grandbaby related -- lots of company, dinners by candlelight so little Eliää can sleep alongside us while we eat, some baking for the gaggle of sweet tooths, sitting in the sun listening to my son expound on the medical explanation for everything we can think to ask while we rock the baby and mama dozes on the deck lounge, and so on.
Somewhere along the way I started this doodle page to announce sweet Eliää's arrival. In addition to banners proclaiming "soar" and "fly high" and other good wishes, I'll add her name and birth date...and lots of color, of course. But since we still have company coming and going every day this week, culminating in a Friday funeral service in Gettysburg for the last of the great-grands, I'll share the page-in-progress now, just in case she's in college before I finish it. You know how that goes, right?
. We've had a houseful of family coming and going and oohing and aahing in celebration of our newest sweet granddaughter Eliää Rose, who arrived herself on Thursday and came home on Saturday. Noticing all the visitors most is our puppy Bogie, who apparently thinks everyone is here primarily to provide laps for him. But when the California relatives flew home on Sunday, diminishing the crowd a little after a week's well-timed visit, Bogie took over on guard duty, barking anytime little Eliää cries to make sure someone rushes to her rescue. Thank heavens our 12-year-old grandson is also here and happy to keep Bogie busy while his lawyer mother tries a month-long case in Germany. Next to arrive will be our very-anticipated middle son, finishing his med school first-year exams on St Maarten at 8:30 pm today and flying immediately into the island sunset to be here with his beautiful new daughter.
Wanting to use bright island colors, our daughter-in-law chose some of my recent doodles to make Eliää's birth announcement. If there's any time to post at all, I'm afraid this blog may become something of a baby photo gallery for the next month, until Eliää returns with her parents to St Maarten, for we are indeed all tickled pink.