I need to do some catching up and telling some stories. Here is one story that even today makes me smile.
This is Ian. He's my grandbaby. I think I'll nickname him Bones. Just for smiles. When the boys and I went to Mississippi to visit my daughter, son-in-law, Ian, and Ian's new brother, Wyatt my daughter go us hooked on Bones. The television show, Bones. Ian loves the beginning music to the show. He dances and moves to the groove of the music, doin' a pelvic thrust. Whatever he is doing, when the music comes on he stops what he's doing, dances to the music and then goes about his business when the show comes on. Ian provided us with many laughing sessions for which I am thankful - and blessed. Jarrod has continued those sessions now that we are home. Ash lent us the second and third season of Bones so every show Jarrod mimics his nephew Ian, getting down on his knees in front of the couch moving his body to the music. He looks just like Ian doing it. And I can't help but laugh. The last night we were at Ash's Ian was laying on Brad's chest with his legs wrapped around Brad's side and his head on Brad's chest. Bones came on. Still lying on Brad, Ian began moving to the music. And had us roaring!