Three months have flown by. Ian is now 12 lbs. 4 oz. and 4 feet tall give or take a couple feet. He's discovered his hands. Apparently they are covered in sugar because they are delicious.
Wait, I'm how old?
Ian was practicing for his part in Baby Frankenstein.
Outside of Frankenstein mode, he's a happy little guy. He sleeps 6 to 8 hours a night, mows the lawn for us, and showed me how to use the TV remote. Kids.
Just
chill'n like a little guy in my room. I've got a blue chair, green cars on my shirt, and polka-dots on my rug. Life is good.
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