Sorry I have been so pitifully absent, dear readers. I am away on vacation and will confess that I have been longing to check my Google Reader and to post a thing or two so you know how much I still love you.
We spent all day on Friday at a family reunion (fodder for many future posts, I assure you). Ian was meeting lots of my aunts and uncles whom he didn't remember meeting before, due to his short-term memory toddler ways. About half way through the day, I discovered that he was telling everyone that his middle name was Frank.
Frank? Really? Where did he get that? Give me a little more credit. I may like some unusual and old-fashioned names, but Frank?
My indignant husband (whose first name is the same as Ian's actual middle name) tried to convince him that he wasn't named Frank, but the more we talked about it, the more Ian insisted that he was Frank, ("to protect my true identity"). Where does he come up with this stuff?
I guess we'll have to give our next child Jared's name all over again. I hope she's okay with that!:)
Picture is of Ian being pushed on the swings by my aunt Kim, also known as Super Kimmie.