Ian's Signature

Lately I  have been thinking a lot about when my kiddos are in school, what they will learn, and how things will be different for them than they were for me. One of the thoughts I had last week was about the abolition of cursive. Without it what will happen to signatures? Will we simply move to fingerprints? As I pondered down this trail of thought I began to consider the signature or mark we leave in others lives along the way, more than simply a fancy way to write our name. After self reflecting on that thought I turned to the mark my kiddos make. Ian's comes in the from of a line a slobber, a wet path, and a puddle of drool. It sticks pages together, two tones his clothing, and provides extra slip on slick floors or a wet sensation for socked toes. Tate's signature would have something to do with a train... Probably too much information that you hear so many times it becomes unforgettable.

Ian and Tate 

 The train addiction is passing from one to the other. Tate even tells his friends how much he and his brother love their trains.

 How Ian plays occasionally. He wore the shirt on his head for a solid 15 minutes. Even traversed the stairs with it... It is my shirt so maybe it's just his way of keeping me close. Or maybe his fashion sense is so cool I no longer understand. It switches from buckets on his head to a desire of freedom from all clothes, all in a days work.