tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676742359509269152024-02-06T22:30:49.900-08:00Through Ian's EyesIanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349472801683620887noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-667674235950926915.post-19799753794356383432008-12-31T15:13:00.001-08:002008-12-31T15:23:40.038-08:00My Second Picture Post!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjm6vIniZtljq7Bru9c3EZIjnc_3JHi6ig2sWh0WbPtR6riEM_qLRzsObMVUOOFigtLJmAUusBQxTfrUZUMELmLbddFn7X_wNsHPf-wEWGU40VOwPSMJOJ2lzzgfftmCoSeAPypKswxo/s1600-h/Ian+Dec+Pics+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjm6vIniZtljq7Bru9c3EZIjnc_3JHi6ig2sWh0WbPtR6riEM_qLRzsObMVUOOFigtLJmAUusBQxTfrUZUMELmLbddFn7X_wNsHPf-wEWGU40VOwPSMJOJ2lzzgfftmCoSeAPypKswxo/s400/Ian+Dec+Pics+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286096732139270978" border="0" /></a><br />"This is Rachel's shirt. Rachel is really fun and she tickles."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBT9JNSKSk-j7G-b6GMlG7NkTBoF6tMN_DNBtTiC5J3vposIly_di24OWD6A2SirYXigsmePYPVKhoFy4NDWYlo1b-trExy9XvyN2jCVxQVigw2ag80o4QrFc7EkarzsomDJhPlhY3I9E/s1600-h/Ian+Dec+Pics+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBT9JNSKSk-j7G-b6GMlG7NkTBoF6tMN_DNBtTiC5J3vposIly_di24OWD6A2SirYXigsmePYPVKhoFy4NDWYlo1b-trExy9XvyN2jCVxQVigw2ag80o4QrFc7EkarzsomDJhPlhY3I9E/s400/Ian+Dec+Pics+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286096730894405330" border="0" /></a><br />"This is Max taking a picture of me and I am taking a picture of him."<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPquJb554IX1qHQ0poEcAkM-CnHnDocjlEs8-hlht_HS1Yu7P1D0t_sEqpLw8dIILlKgtel51FcIHXN6FoHiDz-XZPnda2TL-ZDTlzW70cqEWkLARhFpeBIo5ClYagDtEy-3S5yy_EZiM/s1600-h/Ian+Dec+Pics+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPquJb554IX1qHQ0poEcAkM-CnHnDocjlEs8-hlht_HS1Yu7P1D0t_sEqpLw8dIILlKgtel51FcIHXN6FoHiDz-XZPnda2TL-ZDTlzW70cqEWkLARhFpeBIo5ClYagDtEy-3S5yy_EZiM/s400/Ian+Dec+Pics+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286096725515285762" border="0" /></a><br />Bryan: "Tell me what this picture is".<br />Ian: "I'm tired of doing this."<br /><ian>[Ian climbs off my lap]<br />Ian: Ben and Max are my cousins and I love them. <ian>[Ian watches me typing]... "Is that how you spell I Love You?"<br /><br />Until next time...</ian></ian>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741359606851431005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-667674235950926915.post-79072339059039293812008-12-26T16:01:00.000-08:002008-12-26T16:09:57.073-08:00How I Ride<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzX5EW2EgRf41inNPZCIXfPXi-BvI98JuQeykiqYK6G8CnZm9drxru5-zS2Vgi_euGUXZpRALWNNUIRqiXsqceoXdOptK0UaYxk6vlrInxEywWQuv-HFrCniN3BzXe7_qcOGfj6B6Agyg/s1600-h/DSCN0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzX5EW2EgRf41inNPZCIXfPXi-BvI98JuQeykiqYK6G8CnZm9drxru5-zS2Vgi_euGUXZpRALWNNUIRqiXsqceoXdOptK0UaYxk6vlrInxEywWQuv-HFrCniN3BzXe7_qcOGfj6B6Agyg/s320/DSCN0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284253567104289586" border="0" /></a><br />"This is my car. It goes super duper fast, it goes faster than all the other cars. I got this car from the store and I hanged it on the cart. I got it because I wanted it, cause that's all I want and I might get something from Christmas. And I love my elephant."<br /><br />-IanIanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349472801683620887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-667674235950926915.post-33582836948247414662008-12-26T10:49:00.000-08:002008-12-26T16:13:26.906-08:00I-A-N, He's My FriendWelcome to my blog! Grampa Doug and Grandma Mary got me a camera for Christmas (thank you!) and my mommy and daddy are going to help me post my pictures. <div><br /></div><div>If you do not know who I am, let me tell you. I am Ian. Spelled "I-A-N, hes my friend". I like my Daddy, riding my new scooter, riding my "2 wheel bike" (no training wheels), and my Blue Dog.</div><div><br /></div><div>I still live with my parents (hey, I am only 3), and I stay busy all day playing. Some days I go to school and when Daddy asks me what I did at school I tell him "play". </div><div><br /></div><div>I have known my best friend Leah all my life, and all her life. I have a little brother, Chase, and my mommy has another little baby in her belly. I hope that she is a girl and I want to name her Opal.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for stopping by, I will update my website as often and my Mommy and Daddy think to... help me... do it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">**Hello from Mommy and Daddy :) We plan on transcribing all of Ian's descriptions of his "art", so run-ons and random thoughts are totally his and we take no responsibilities for grammatical disasters.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Of course, we realize that we may be the only ones who read this, but just in case...!</span><br /></div>Ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349472801683620887noreply@blogger.com0