Journalling reads: It all started when Ian got that school bus for Christmas from Grandmommy and Granddaddy. Shortly thereafter, he uttered one of his first words... "Bus!" "Bus, bus, bus...car...bus...truck...bus, bus..." is all I hear from the backseat of my car sometimes. One evening we were hiking in Frick Park in these (mostly) pristine woods and he got so excited to see I-376. Ian's the only person I know who can get excited about Pittsburgh's God-awful traffic jams!