It’s time for an Ian update!
Ian is up to 26 lbs. at this point. He wears size 6 diapers, size 6 shoes, and is pushing into 2T clothes. 😩
He has a lot more teeth than last time, although I’m not exactly sure how many. I’m not sticking my fingers in his mouth. I don’t think they’d make it out.
He also has a lot more words. A rundown of the things I can remember:
- Mama
- Daddy
- Isla
- Doggy
- Up
- Light
- Turn light on
- Off
- On
- Uh oh
- Thank you
- More
- Milk
- Bite
- Go on walk
- Hi
He still is a big fan of the trusty old point and grunt though, and my personal absolute least favorite, the lay on the floor, flail, and scream.
He can beat box, though, which is kind of cool and random. He loves to play the “ah, ah, choo!” game, which is where he goes “ah, ah” until you do it back and then blow into his belly on the “choo!”
Kellen thinks it’s very important that I relay that Ian has a fantastic wookiee growl.
Probably the thing he loves most in the world is eating. He eats two breakfasts most mornings, two dinners most evenings, and according to the sheet we get from daycare, he eats absolutely everything they put in front of him all day long. He’s not picky. I couldn’t tell you his favorite food, because he’s ecstatic to eat pretty much anything. When he’s ready to eat, he runs over to his high chair and starts pushing it around. If you don’t get there fast enough, cue the flop and flail.
He also loves playing the pool, taking walks, playing with sissy, dumping out legos and hiding them in random parts of the house, climbing everything, wrestling with Kellen, playing chase, helping me blow dry my hair in the mornings, playing in the kitchen at daycare or with Isla’s clip dolls.
Kellen is his favorite person in the whole wide world. Isla is his bestie. When she’s not here, he wanders around going, “Isla? Isla?” He’s just meh about me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
My favorite thing about him is his little bashful smile when he’s just warming up to people, and then his big cheesy grin when he’s really happy, which you’ll only see if he has a full tummy.
He is still a persistent little guy. When he wants something he tries and tries and tries. (Unless he thinks you can help him, in which case: flop and flail.) As a result, he is into everything all the time, and it’s a lot of work to keep up with him.
I love snuggling him. He has the smooshiest face and the softest, cutest curls, and the highlight of my day is getting to rock him to sleep at night. He’s a great cuddler, when you can get him to sit still, and I try to soak up every moment of stillness I get with him. It doesn’t last long–the snuggles or the time when he’ll still be little.
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