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Saturday, January 13, 2007

Ian Birthday Special







Ian is the oldest of my grandsons. He is now the tallest in our family. When Eric was home in October He looked like he had been slammed when He saw his nephew towering over him.

Ian is a quiet and helpful youngster. When he was about three he wanted to go after the police when he thought they were going to get me for something. Holding him back I knew he was going to be a quiet " Hoss Cartwright" type. A gentle giant among men.

This summer we took several trips to the lake and to get haircuts, eat out and celebrate other birthdays. Thursday we celebrated mine and his. The cake was delicious and his mom had put a lot of work into it.

Ian broke his two front teeth thanksgiving day and when he sat down and got real quiet, I asked him what he was doing "praying" came back the answer. Most kids his age would have been weeping and wanting something to make it quit hurting.

When his dog Lucy got sick and we had to take her to the vet, he started crying when he thought he would lose the dog. The nurse looked at him and thought a big teen crying. When I told her he was only 13 years old she did a double take. He is very tall and good looking for his age and when the waitress wait on us, they flirt and he just says "thank you"

Happy Birthday Ian and many happy more. 6 ft 4 inches of grandson. love ya gramme

2 Comments:

  • Heh, happy birthday Sam and Ian. I love that story about the vet; even though it was a missed opportunity to have that poodle put to sleep. Maybe next time.

    And it's good to see that Ian inherited the family wrists. Chicks love those ;-)

    By Blogger Rube, at 3:57 AM  

  • thanks gramme its a nice page
    it was a good birthday-


    -Ian

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 8:05 AM  

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