Three birthday celebrations, one Father's Day, seven t-ball games, zero days of preschool, one July 4th, one Wichita visit, two houseguest visits, 450 swims in our big metal cow trough, one ladies' weekend, one wedding shower, 59,459 games of Sorry, and one dead computer later, I post.
Ian had a nightmare. Our conversation discussing Ian's vivid dream went something like this:
Concerned Mommy: What happened in your dream?
Scared Ian: Coowkie Monstew came into my bed and twied to fight me.
Appropriately frightened Mommy: Oh, my, what did you do?
Brave Ian: I had to get out my sword and fight him.
Laughing-under-her breath Mommy: Who won?
Proud, but Honest Ian: Well, I did. But the dweam still scawed me.
Sympathizing Noah: Yeah, one time I had a dream that Bert, you know the one that's friends with Ernie, came into my bed and it really scared me, too.
Here's Ian's trademark for-the-camera grin:
Here's our stab at mirroring his winning smile:
4 comments:
Great pics! I have zero time for blogging these days so I'm thinking I'm going to have to give up the ghost and shut her down!
Conner looks amazing too...I'd love to hear how everything is going. Perhaps we can have a August night out and catch up?!
Take care!
Dana
I particularly like Conners impression of Ian's ready for the camera simle. It is the spitting image!
My that's a handsome baby! Please suggest to Ian that every evening making a few cookies and placing them in a far away place like the office or his parents bedroom is a good way to keep a cookie monster distracted and away. Plus, there are some benefits for you...
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