Ian

Lately Ian has started pretending, which is so cute. He'll crawl around on the floor like a dog and bark, and a surefire way to get him to eat when he's too busy is to pretend to feed a bite to his truck. He likes lining his cars up along the edge of the desk when we're rocking before he goes to bed, and he loves his truck books. We're doing the "How to Teach Your Baby to Read" thing, and he loves loves loves when I pull out his words.


He counted to two yesterday, which was a huge victory for us, and he pointed out two things that were red, and one thing that was yellow. I was really happy about that, as it's the most interested he's been in colors and numbers since...well, ever.

Ian loves Kellan and likes making him laugh. He likes laying down next to Kellan and letting him grab his hair and face and ears. He tries to share his food with Kellan all the time, likes getting in Kellan's crib when Kellan wakes up, and when Kellan is sleeping he tries to go in and wake him up so he can play.


Ian loves riding his bike, but even more than riding it, he loves pushing it.


The other day in nursery Ian was running across the room and he tripped and fell. This is what his nose looked like:


It's the worst rambunctious-induced injury he's ever had. I expect more to follow, especially when Kellan is old enough to participate.

I bought Ian tractor fruitsnacks the other day to give him if he used his potty chair. The only thing that happened was Ian would randomly go into the kitchen and scream "tractor fruitsnacks" through out the day. Ian won't be getting food bribes anymore for potty training. I can't take it.

A semi-related problem (in that it involves food, and sometimes the toilet) is the fact that Ian loves playing with liquids. If I give him milk and he has emptied out his cereal bowl already, he pours the milk in the bowl, then back in the cup, then in the bowl....He dumps things in his potty chair, in his dump truck, in our SHOES. Sometimes it's funny. Other times, not.

He loves putting things in his pockets. I have found a fair few rocks in the dryer after I have put a load through, so I need to start checking his pockets. The other day I went to change him and I found a five dollar bill in there that he had pulled off of the sewing machine! I had caught him poking the twenty under the front door, and we're still missing a five somewhere.

I remember taking this picture when Ian was 11 months old:

Obviously the toy box has some kind of magnetism for him.


Next up: deep questions.