Oh Ian, My Ian. Lalalalalalala

I think all moms have a special little song that they sing to that one baby to make them smile a smile that says they know it's all about them. The title to this post is that song for Ian.
When Ian was born he was so tiny that people were nervous to hold him. When we brought him home, his 3 1/2 pound body had a delicate look and his face and everything about him was so petite. He was a good little eater and continued to grow well, but there was something I was dying to see since that first week home. My desire was to see plump and chubby cheeks, thighs, and most of all hands. I love when you can not really see where the hand stops and the arm begins.

Well, the time has come for sure! He looks so healthy and even has some reserve which is something that makes me very happy.
Ian even had his first "first" today. Up until now, Ian has been doing things right on track for his age, but a week or so after Finn. Today was his big day. His first tooth broke the skin and is starting to work it's way out! He continues to grow and thrive in ways I had prayed he would when I was still pregnant. Go Ian, Go!!