This blog is about the young life of Ian as told by his mother.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Well, Ian is ten weeks old. Who would have thought that we would make it this far. The boy is growing like a weed, and was 12.5 pounds at his last dr. appointment. He eats like a horse, downing 5-6oz every three hours or so, and he almost sleeps through the night. He prefers sitting up on your lap to lieing down and can even stand for a few seconds on his little legs. He screams bloody murder during "tummy time" and does not enjoy napping. While we still call him Sponge Bob Cranky Pants, he has some chunks of time where he is happy and a joy to be with. My little booger has even figured out that he can bounce himself by kicking his legs in the bouncy chair (although he still prefers to give mom's foot a workout). Tonight he's having his first sleepover at his grandparents. Hopefully, he'll be invited back!