Ian is 2

Well, I like to do this on the kids actual birthday but better late than never. So sorry my 3rd child.

It feels so long ago that he was that tiny baby. When he would just curl up in a ball and fit on my chest. I can't believe he is two. I just told Kevin the other day that he really isn't "Baby Ian" any more. He is talking so much and loves to play like his big brother and sister. He still loves to climb but does a pretty good job at getting himself down. He has finally learned the entire pattern for a knock- knock joke. He started with just "Knock, knock" and has progressed to all the parts. The punch line is always, "On head" thanks to Simon.

He loves animals. He got a bucket of farm animal for his birthday and could have cared less about opening another present. He is a pretty good eater not real adventurous but he does well. He still loves to cuddle. One of his favorite games is for himself or others to pretend to sleep and then wake up at a cock-a-doodle-doo. He loves to books. He is the cutest pouter! I smile every time. He puts his head down, crosses his arms, and makes this little "humph" sound (thanks to Lucy). It the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Sometimes, I wouldn't mind if they could stay just the way they are forever. There is so much good at each stage. It's hard to soak it up before it's gone.