Ian’s uncle Wiley, aunt Ronda, and cousins Sean and Jason welcomed him into their new home in Valencia, California, just north of Los Angeles.
Ian’s uncle Chris and Babcia (Maria) flew out from New York on the same day we arrived. It was a very convivial gathering of the Galbraith clan. The accommodations were luxurious, as was indicated by the comfy spa-style robes that Wiley and Ronda provided all their guests.
The weather established new records for rainfall in the area, but that did nothing to dampen our spirits.
Here one can see the backyard, with recently completed pool and a guest house that’s still under construction.
We had to built a barricade of chairs on their sides to keep Ian from climbing the staircase, but he was very responsible about not destroying the Christmas tree — which remained barricade-free! Ian found a ball, which he carried with him virtually everywhere.
Our three days in the LA area went by too quickly, but we were able to squeeze in a visit from my old grad-school pals, (from left) Val, Barb, and Ken.
Back to Phoenix we went, where my high-school pal, Loti, and her husband Don drove up from Tucson to visit and to present Ian with a cool bedtime light.
We even watched some videos of Ian. Here he provides a critique of the editing in Ian Learns to Walk.
Before we knew it, it was time to return to ‘Bama. On New Year’s Eve we jetted back, just in time to see the new year in with some Indian food and a (television) viewing of the drop of the ball in Times Square.
And so, a new chapter in the story of Ian begins.