Happy Birthday Anson!!

The boys in front of a Palmetto tree

Today is Anson's 9th birthday, so we thought we should share a couple stories of what makes Anson special to our family. 
Friday afternoon, our neighbor asked Anson if he would help him with a "really cool special project".  Anson asked permission and then went back outside to go help him.  An hour later, he came home and reported that the neighbor had been hunting quail and wanted Anson to help him clean the birds.  Dad asked Anson what he thought of plucking the feathers and cutting open the birds.  He said he told our neighbor "I don't think my church would let me do that"!  But he hung around to watch the process anyways.  We never thought our church could be an excuse in such a way!  Our neighbor was very nice about it, but Dad went outside and clarify anyway.  In fact, he gave Anson some quail meat!

Another recent event in the life of our brave Anson...
A few weeks ago, we didn't have any plans on a Saturday afternoon so Tanner, Anson and Dad threw the bikes in the truck and went downtown to ride bikes.  We started at the SC State House and rode through the USC campus to Williams-Brice Stadium where the Gamecocks football team plays.  A roundtrip of about 6-7 miles.


The boys are on their bikes by the gate

On the way back, Anson's bike lost control of him and the handle bar jumped up and got a piece of his cheeck.  Tanner was more concerned than dad and rode back really fast to help his brother.  Before long, the blood and tears made for a great photo.

 

Then, a few minutes later, his bike lost control again and Anson went down on his arm.  More blood and a little more pride in this photo.

 Fortunately, Mom was going to see our favorite Dr. Max that afternoon, so he took a look and let Anson experience acupuncture!

After the pain went away, Anson wanted to make sure that the bandages on his arm and face were very visible for church and school.  He wanted to wear a short-sleeve shirt and didn't want to change the bandage on his face because the one he had showed a little blood still.  He loved the attention he received from his friends and probably hopes his scars never go away.  That is our Anson Call!