September, Part III

September 8th, Nina ate squash.

Melissa and I married for nine years! Love you, Sweetie!

Also September 8th, Ian seems to know his letters pretty good, so I asked him to write his name. A couple different pictures are included here… I think he did pretty awesome, can you kinda see it? See this image larger.

He tried it a number of times and it was really neat to see. See this image larger.

I made the following notes on September 9th…

Ian fell against a gate, scratching his bum… He burst into tears and between sobs reassured me “I’m ok daddy I’m ok” and only cried harder. Later he claimed that Nina kicked the gate into the way, but that she had “said sorry already.”

Ian – “Daddy looked up the storm on his iPad and thunder is going to hit our house!”

Me – “Ian do you hear the kitty right now, he sounds a lot Iike you because you are being whiny.”
Ian – “That’s because the kitty didn’t say ‘please.'”

Ian – “That’s something you put under your arm and it counts to five. It tells you if you are sick and it is called a therbometer.” (While pointing at a thermometer.)

I made this, and I’m posting it here for you to enjoy. Ian called it “Mommy’s car” because it apparently looks like a Prius. See this image larger.