I realized I haven't mentioned Ian specifically lately. Partially because he's doing A-OK.
His basketball team won their championship (their record was 9 & 1 during the season). As he walked out wearing his medal, he said, "I don't see why only the first place team gets medals. There were kids on the other team who worked way harder than I did and they go so much better. They should have gotten one too." That's my boy!
He's not super competitive. He lamented that he liked learning how to play basketball, he just didn't like scrimmaging or playing in actual games because it was stressful. Honestly, I can't say I blame him. Maybe he'd prefer the solitude of cross-country running, except that he's built like a juggernaut. So maybe shotput?
He has lots of friends at school and through my various social escapades. He's content to hang with adults or kids of any age. When I went to the Smiths, I don't think I actually saw him the entire weekend except when we slept because he and Andrew were joined at the hip.
Once we celebrated Day of the Daddy (Feb 20, mark your calendars), he seemed to really perk up. That was some much-needed perkiness for me because the daily lamentations of missing Daddy were starting to wear me out.
I'm ready for warmer weather so we can do things outside. But we're staying busy with Legos and Team Fortress 2 indoors. His hair is So. Damn. Long. But he conditions it and combs it and only occasionally complains about tangles so he's welcome to do this thing. It's not like he's getting drafted anytime soon.
He took the Harry Potter test and is Hufflepuff all the way, but really we already knew that. ❤️