Tuesday, August 19, 2008

"it was nice growing up with someone like you - someone to lean on, someone to count on... someone to tell on..." -unknown

this is my little brother, ian. he's the baby of the family.

cute, huh? (click for a closer look)

except recently i've noticed that he's not so much a baby anymore.
it might have started when he got taller than me. like 6'2" tall.
and i got an inkling when he suddenly needed a social secretary.
but i think the kicker was when i started taking him driving to get his night hours.

my little brother ian isn't so little anymore. he's almost 16! he's a junior. he plays lacrosse, piano and the cello. he cooks. he speaks spanish fluently. he changes my oil for me. he likes to play with kids. he's got a countdown to his nineteenth birthday on his wall.
and he loves my mom.

hot, huh?

oh, and don't worry. now he's teaching himself the guitar.

1 comment:

Lauren Davison said...

I think I can really relate to this post. :) It's especially crazy when the little brother can high jump over my head with no effort whatsoever. Psh... Crazies.