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.