Once we got slightly settled we headed out for a hike. Matthew is an excellent hiker and never, ever asks to be carried (though we ask him about it quite frequently!) and rarely complains which is a godsend in its own way. However, he is sllllloooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww. As one of the ladies at his school remarked "Matthew doesn't miss anything on our walks, but really, at that pace it's hard NOT to miss anything!" He is definitely the tortoise to my hare, a trait he gets from his daddy. Even the peer pressure of keeping up with his friends couldn't speed him up and after a few minutes it was just us and the sunlight trail.
Meanwhile, I had lots of time to hang out with Catherine on my back and practiced taking ridiculous shots of her on my back. Odds were at least one would turn out decent:
As everyone else was long gone back down the trail we tried for a self-timed photo with unsurprisingly only mildly successful results:
When we got home Amma and Papa arrived followed the next day by Mas and Pas! I totally get the appeal of multi-generational households as having an extra hand or two around the house to tend to the kids while I clean or cook is a godsend! (Or sometimes vice versa because our parents are awesome.)