My Biggest Boy

Ian is my oldest cousin. He came in this summer for a few weeks to work with Papa and Uncle Vern. First he stayed with my cousins, then when he returned he stayed at our house. I loved having him here and now I am not so shy around him.

We went to see the Cleveland Indians vs. the Detroit Tigers. Ends up Ian's girlfriend Courtney is one of the Tigers biggest fans. She must have been happy that they won the game. It was the first Indian's baseball game I had ever seen and by the fourth inning I had pretty much lost all interest even though we were sitting about seventeen rows back from the home plate. (The first baseball game I went to was my cousin's Justin's. I watched the 3rd inning.)

All of us went for a hike in the park on Sunday. Papa threw Chelsea in the water and she swam a little. I think it was Ian though that really got her to swim. It was fun being in the river. I took off one shoe but Papa convinced me to leave the shoes on to keep my feet safe. Papa tried to teach me how to skip stones. I learned that not all rocks thrown in the water skip across, but I kept trying.

Ian will be celebrating his 18th birthday this month. By the time I am 18 he will be 32. Mama says time goes pretty fast because she still remembers him as a little guy and now he is all grown up.

While he was here he played Candyland, catch outside and watched cartoons with me. He played with Chelsea too.

In the fall he will start college in Detroit to become an illustrator.