Ian is Nineteen

One of my earliest blog posts is “Ian is Two.” Well, now he’s nineteen. And no, you and I have not aged one day. Still, beauties.

For Ian’s 19th birthday, I gave him the option of a special home-cooked meal or whatever restaurant he wanted. He chose the home cooked meal, dammit. I should have said do you want awesome restaurant A with a nice red wine selection or awesome restaurant B with a nice white wine selection.

Steve and I made BBQ ribs, corn bread, and chicken wings all afternoon. Such a rookie parenting error.

That kid works harder than any kid in town. I adore him.

3 thoughts on “Ian is Nineteen

  1. Awww!

    My oldest will be turning 19 in July.

    Barring the unforeseen, it’s going to be a good summer.


    1. Love that he wanted your home meal. And also that his eyes match the palm fronds on his shirt. But you got the bottle of wine, your choice, right?


  2. Congratulations to you (and to Ian, of course).
    From the perspective of a household with Mr 13.5 – I sometimes wonder if we’ll make 19 with both of us still sane…..

    Glad to see that surviving (and thriving) is possible.


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