The ARC

The American Recreation Club..sounds fancy.  They were having a BBQ by the pool at the Seafront Compound this past Sunday so we decided to go and meet some people and check out the scene.  The Seafront Compound is an embassy compound with everything on it, medical offices, community liason offices, daycare, housing.  We had decided to live off the compound.  We wanted to live in a real community and Randy had done some research and he had been told the housing was better off the compound as well.

Randy’s research has definitely paid off.  I think our neighborhood and apartment are definitely better.  While it would be convenient to have some of that stuff nearby, I really am starting to love our apartment and neighborhood.

Here is another beautiful sunset we had from our window on Sunday night.

The ARC building may have been the place for embassy employees to hang out in 1972 but these days it is in some need of TLC.  Randy was told it’s fallen into disrepair… the past couple decades! I think if it’s been decades, something is just in disrepair, it’s no longer falling.

But on the positive, it was nice to meet some people and Adam got to show off his dance moves to the fancy stereo they had.  At the moment Adam’s two cutest characteristics are that he LOVES to dance and LOVES animals. Whenever he hears music (even the hold music on the phone) he gets an uncontrollable urge to dance.  His love of dogs has been discussed, but it extends further than that. He loves lizards, ants, cats, birds, horses.  I’ve yet to see Adam meet an animal he didn’t love!

Adam of course made friends with all the pretty ladies at the pool.

I tried to dip Adam’s feet in the pool and we were not a fan again….so this week is pool week. I’m going to take him down every day and try to get him used to the idea. 

Adam had so much fun at the pool he barely even noticed when he got his first skinned knee. 

When I was giving him a bath that night I got a little sad thinking that this for sure must mark the beginning of toddlerdom and Adam is for sure no longer my baby that I can protect from all of life’s dangers. In fact he may never not have a skinned knee again for the next ten years.  But at least he still cuddles me before bed and gives me kisses.