My Randomness Just a little bit of me being me

Originally Posted by Sweet Leslie on Monday, October 22, 2007, 02:28 AM

Life Sketch of Ian Michael N

Ian Michael N was born on July 25, 2002.His name was carefully chosen by his parents. At first Jim had wanted his name to be Ivan which means “John the Beloved” in Russian. His Middle name was chosen because he has a cousin with that same name. They settled on Ian because Leslie likes the name and they believe Ian means “John the Beloved” as well. (It does mean “John the Beloved” I just couldn’t remember in what language at the time. It is a Scottish form of John.) Ian’s dad especially wished for his initials to spell out I am N. As you all know Ian lived up to his name quite “nicely”. Ian has a favorite blanket that is blue with pink elephants and brown giraffes. He liked to chew on the fringe and he carried it wherever he went. He loved to play with trucks, phones and anything that made noise. Ian always played so hard that he would fall asleep anywhere and in almost any position.

As I was one of his nursery teachers, I learned very quickly that Ian was always up for an adventure. He spent a great deal of time exploring the nursery by way of climbing on top of tables and chairs. One of his favorite songs was 3 Little Monkeys jumping on the bed. Each time I would tell him “Ian you better get down cuz I don’t want you to fall off and bump your head,” he would look at me and grin from ear to ear with that beautiful smile of his. His dad told me that when Ian was about 18 months old, he began climbing to the top of Justin’s and Spencer’s bunk beds and his father recalls that it was like he knew right where to place his feet.

From the day that Jim and Leslie brought him home from the hospital you could see a pure love for his brothers, later his sister Raquel and ,of course, his mom and dad. Ian would dance and twirl for almost anyone and loved to make others laugh. As his audience laughed, it encouraged him to do more. One of his mom’s favorite memories of Ian was how he would help her with the dishes. All he had to do was see her open the dishwasher and he was right there to lend a hand even if it meant sitting on the dishwasher lid to get it done. His mom will always cherish the moments when Ian would cuddle with her or sit on her lap and blow kisses to her cheek. Ian had many nicknames: Ian Bian & mess maker. A favorite family song to the tune of Matchmaker could be heard through the house, Mess Maker, Mess Maker, make me a mess!” If Ian was getting into mischief his dad would say, Mr. Ian SIR , if you don’t mind SIR !

Ian would then turn to his dad and give him this big silly grin and start laughing. His brothers could often be heard mimicking their dad and many times say “Mr. Ian SIR”. Some of his dad’s favorite memories are when dad would come though the door after work and Ian would rush to give him a big hug and an even bigger smile. There were times when he would push Justin and Spencer out of the way so he could be first in line. His dad will always cherish the times when Ian would fall asleep on his lap. In concluding the imprint of Ian’s lively spirit and brilliant smile will always remain with all the lives he touched around him. His parents loving wish is for all of us to remember the joy he brought us.

Originally Posted by Sweet Leslie on Wednesday, October 17, 2007, 07:50 AM

Justin was born on, a beautiful Sunday evening, September 19, 1999 at 8:41 PM. He was the first to arrive and join the family. His brother would join him about 11 minutes later. He was a good boy always willing to lend a hand. Those who knew him said his smile would light up a room.

He was a very social little boy. He didn’t like the work as much as he liked talking and making new friends. Periodically he would bring home a little square sheet of paper with stickers on it and sometimes the stickers would be interrupted by: “couldn’t stop talking” here and there among the stickers.

I looked after a girl who went to school with him and she talked about jumping rope and playing with him. She also mentioned a time that he took Simba from the Lion King for show and tell and he let her play with him.

I remember one Sunday we had just gotten to church and, as we were getting seated, he sees this cute little blonde girl and he points to her and says, “That’s my girlfriend”. She sees him and they giggle and “play” until shortly before church started.

I was setting the table on Saturday evening and I came across Justin’s favorite fork. This fork has a brown handle and when he helped set the table he had to find this fork and set it at his place at the table. Sometimes if it was set at the table at someone else’s place he would trade his fork for that brown fork.

Originally Posted by Sweet Leslie on Wednesday, October 17, 2007, 07:49 AM

Originally Posted by Sweet Leslie on Wednesday, October 17, 2007, 07:49 AM

Ian Michael was born July 25, 2002 at 11:49 PM. From the moment he was born I knew he was special. When he was fussy all you would need to do was whisper his name “Ian, Ian” he would quiet immediately. He was the peacemaker when ever he heard or witnessed angry words being said he would do whatever it took to distract us.

He was also known to get into mischief. If water was running he was the one right in the middle of the “fun”. I was talking about him with a friend and I told her about a time that I heard water running outside one day and so I went outside and there was Ian soaking wet with the garden hose waving it around and having a good time. I was fortunate to get pictures. There was another time that brought a smile to my face. I was watching TV or playing a game and I heard the water running in the kitchen. Ian had climbed up on the counter, climbed in the sink and had the faucet on and the smile on his face was priceless. The last experience that I can recall was when he was caught climbing in the toilet yes the toilet! He had one leg in and one leg out!

He passed away on Mother’s day (May 9, 2004). He is dear to my heart and I know that because he came to our family I am a better mom. I played with his brothers and sister, I read to them and I did all I could do to keep them safe and happy because he came to our family.

Originally Posted by Sweet Leslie on Wednesday, October 17, 2007, 07:47 AM

Raquel was born August 22, 2003 at 7:37 am. She was a beautiful and loving baby and young toddler. She had beautiful brown eyes, a smile that lit up the room and blonde curls that were the envy of all who met her.Raquel enjoyed being read to. I had no school on Fridays so I got to spend the day with her. Sometimes I had some homework to finish before noon that day and she seemed to sense when I needed a break because she would bring me a stack of books and she wasn’t satisfied until I read every last one. Some of her favorite books included: Santa Cows, Are You my Mother?, Green Eggs and Ham, and I Can Count.She loved to wear dresses. We started potty training her in September of last year and it was easier and faster to get her to the potty if we put her in dress. When it started getting colder we put her in pants. One day I came home from school and she was not in the pants and shirt that I put her in that morning. When I asked my mom if she had had an accident she said no she just found a dress and took her clothes off and changed.Raquel was a very smart little girl. I do not remember when she began saying her body parts and her animal noises but she knew them and was very proud of herself. Our favorite animal noise was the chicken and Rooster because they were the same sound: Bacadoo. It came to be called the gender confused chicken. When we taught her body parts my mom added a part of her own. When we asked her where her bologna was she would point to her ears. Just before she past away, she had not been feeling well and my mom would massage her and tell her she was getting rid of the bologna. Even after she was feeling better she would ask to have her bologna blown away because that is what my mom did she blew it away.