We're back from our Christmas trip to Minnesota. It was Ian's first long roadtrip and he did pretty well. The drive to St. Paul is about 7 hours and for the first 5 or so Ian was fine. The last 2....well, not so much.
While in St. Paul we stayed with Kara's parents Bert and Judy. They did a great job decorating the house for Christmas and putting together a real feast for Christmas dinner. On Christmas Kara's brother Eric and his family came over and Ian was able to spend some time with his cousins: Alec, Jonah and Kira Rose. Ian's aunt Jane made some great alcohol-laced sweet potatoes and Judy cooked almost too many things to mention (including 4-5 different cookies, a pumpkin, and a trifle for desert). Eric's oldest friend Juan came by for a quick visit and Sam (one of Jane's oldest friends) stayed for dinner. A very nice time was had by all and Ian got lots of great presents.
We had a great visit but I was glad to be home. In our own bed. Ian did about as well coming back as he did going. Good for about 5 out of the 7 hours before he started to meltdown.
I don't remember exactly when I snapped this picture and strictly speaking the composition is off (he's too far to the right of the frame), but there's just something about it I love. Maybe it's the way he's looking away and the darkness behind him. Or the clarity of his brown eyes (just like his dad!). But for whatever reason I like it.
Here's a picture of Ian in the super stylish, musical themed track suit from my cousin Vicki and her husband Curt. It even came in a little plastic container shaped like a record. He looks great in it. It's a little big for him (the pants are a bit long), which is actually good since it means he can wear it longer.