tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676742359509269152011-11-27T15:34:24.741-08:00Ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349472801683620887noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-667674235950926915.post-19799753794356383432008-12-31T15:13:00.001-08:002008-12-31T15:23:40.038-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipBNIGY3VYA/SVv8-I-Ds0I/AAAAAAAABrU/ObzZ8qKUoA0/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="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipBNIGY3VYA/SVv8-I-Ds0I/AAAAAAAABrU/ObzZ8qKUoA0/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipBNIGY3VYA/SVv8-EVQjtI/AAAAAAAABrM/RcNV4V7TGWw/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipBNIGY3VYA/SVv8-EVQjtI/AAAAAAAABrM/RcNV4V7TGWw/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipBNIGY3VYA/SVv89wSxtQI/AAAAAAAABrE/6Xh0xrlYSLU/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipBNIGY3VYA/SVv89wSxtQI/AAAAAAAABrE/6Xh0xrlYSLU/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/667674235950926915-1979975379435638343?l=ianmaddex.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741359606851431005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-667674235950926915.post-79072339059039293812008-12-26T16:01:00.000-08:002008-12-26T16:09:57.073-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8emSoW9sC5M/SVVwn0JXizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YWOBM999Scw/s1600-h/DSCN0001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8emSoW9sC5M/SVVwn0JXizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YWOBM999Scw/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 />-Ian<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/667674235950926915-7907233905903929381?l=ianmaddex.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349472801683620887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-667674235950926915.post-33582836948247414662008-12-26T10:49:00.000-08:002008-12-26T16:13:26.906-08:00Welcome 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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/667674235950926915-3358283694824741466?l=ianmaddex.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349472801683620887noreply@blogger.com0