Top O' the Morning!

Well, its morning. Morning is not my favorite part of the day. In fact, its not in the top 300 times of the day. Yeah, its that bad.

I figure most of you probably know us. If not, it probably wouldn't be nearly as interesting to read what I'm writing, would it? 

Well, for those of you who don't know us, I'm going to give you a little introduction. First, lets start with Drew.

Well, here's Drew. There is so much about him, I don't even know where to start. I'm sure most of the stories on here are going to be about him some way or another.

Lets start with his name, Paul Andrew Frederick, II. This always causes some confusion. Some people just don't know what to call him (including my Grandpa). They start will Paul, Jr., Little Paul, Andrew, Paul Andrew. For the record, his name is Drew. Shouldn't be that 

difficult.

When we found out Janell was going to have a boy, we decided to name him after me, but what should we call him? At first we were going to call him Andy. One of my best friends is Andy King, and I liked the name. Then we thought, won't that get confusing for a little boy? This is where my Aunt Janie Ross comes in to the whole story.

"Why don't you name him Drew?"

Drew? Drew! Ta-dah! That day we decided on the name. I mean, everyone loves Drew Carey (and he loves the Cleveland Indians) so why not. 

Then, on October 17, 2006, Drew Frederick was born at Fairfield Memorial Hospital in Fairfield, IL. He was so tiny, and he still takes after his mother in that respect. He has almost no chance of ever being tall. He is big enough to fill up our lives, though. I don't know what we ever did without him. 

Well, thats about all the typing I can stand at this time. I'll introduce you to Janell and Petie maybe later. I'm having a problem getting pictures put on here in the right place. I'll get it figured out and you'll get to see lots of pictures before too long.